Jun 10, 2009 Posted by admin

Tomorrow

I am no longer indestructible Growing older with pen in hand My stories do not age Just my body, soft and creasing After death I will be here in a way On a shelf, in a hand-held device Living in forms I will never see You will not mourn me I do not mind. I will be a part of the universe still Swirling around you like sunlit... read more