Jabber

I'm posting some old writings that I have found on my computer. If I could just find it in myself to write a book.




“Do you ever wonder why you are here?” I asked.
“I think about it sometimes.” She said as she gazed off.
Wonder what our purpose is or what we are going to see tommorow?
“Do you ever wonder if anyone else knows?” I thought
“I think about it sometimes.” She said.
“How did you know what I was thinking?” I said.
“I just do” She smiled.

Dark mysterious music plays…….
(the kind of sound that reminds one of the desert in the old west, yet creepy)

“What if we die tommorow?”
“What if tommorow could have been better if we just were together?”

I would die happy cause I was with you…..
( Heartbeats……)
I would die happy because I knew an angel.
No matter where I ended up.

I think though we may not die tommorow.
That we have many memories to come and to make.
You have to become that famous musician you always wanted to be.

And you have to be that wealthy buisness girl I said with a smile.
She just laughed….. as she bent over to pick up a daffodil.

Life is funny.