the bucket list
cold, mostly.. during the day, the sky is more black than blue. there's not enough air to reflect the sunlight. but at night, you've never seen so many stars. seems like they're just out of reach, and so bright.. they're like little holes in the floor of heaven.
we live to die another day.. our lives are streams, flowing into the same river.. towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. we live. we die. and the wheels.. go round and round..
have you found joy in your life? has your life brought joy to others?
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