Dream a little dream of paradise

Poncho,

Within my understanding I can say I belong. I belong to that which I see but could it be possible that, that of me which cannot be seen is more of where I truely belong? I speak of nothing more than existing, not at a specific time or place nor do I mean during a certain timeframe or location. To exist is nothing more than being. A being is considered alive. To be alive is a quality of existing. Death is a state of existence that just catches our eye.

We as humans are drawn to that of destruction. Everyday we are confronted with stories of lifes that are silenced by relating stories of death. To die is to be recognized and to live is to be overlooked. If a person really wants their story or idea to be recognize than death must be incorporated.

I remember a time when death never occured to me. Childhood was a wonderful time, at least for the first decade, you know before the time you are forced to tolerated the workings of the seen world. Tampered out over the months.

-Evad