I listen to the gentle murmuring voice
Of our city, awake despite the hour
And I linger, unwilling to return
To the television world inside — droolingmonkey

Thursday, September 02, 2010

Thinking back..




Ive been reflecting back on my life lately.
And wondering why I exist..not in a bad way but in a real way..a factual way.
I must have been born for a reason and although it may have been because my parents wanted me it was much more than that.
It was so that I could give birth to a new generation.
My son is everything I could have ever wished/hoped and dreamed for.Hes a funny,kind,gentle,intelligent and loving man and a wonderful father.
And HE has made another generation.raising his own beautiful son.
We go on in this life so that we can continue on with the cycle.Each giving out and taking back..loving and being loved.
And really..that IS the point of my existance..Love. xoxox

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