like life is just a fleeting memory made up of memories strung together with fine silken threads......as if there's so much that blurs upon focus and is thrown into sharp relief with a bird's eye view.......this transient feeling as if life itself is transient...........fleeting.........flowing along its own course........and I'm merely flowing along with it.......
I solemnly swear I'm neither drunk nor high ! Except maybe I drank enough of life and am high on it now ;-).
I solemnly swear I'm neither drunk nor high ! Except maybe I drank enough of life and am high on it now ;-).
