Ups and downs define a life, define me, defy me. Striving, driving, thriving are the forms. Striving for to soar the skies, driving on a fragile ground, striving, driving into earth to dig for roots and buried treasure. Thriving, growing by the finding, using what we find. Never, never, crablike crawl except to pass the time that’s wasted. Ups and downs are ridden like the seasons.
At least I have learned to compress my thoughts. You still don’t have to read nor understand them.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology