"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
I got to thinking the other day on my commute drive home,(dangerous - I know),on a Wednesday at 4:23 p.m.,laid back driving on a two-lane country road,and you know what -everybody wants to go to Heaven but nobody wants to die,and I find that premise strange yet comforting after the oddness of accepting it finally …
Vernon,it's written all over your face,no matter which environment you are in.You wear it and they know it and they gaze into your eyes when they stand in front of you and never break away because......the connection of your baby blues with their tired prism'ed varieties......them feeling the same way but scared to express it …
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