As i lay on the grass

January 17, 2008
As i lay on the grass with the moisture of morning dew surrounding me, i think of what the future has hold.
For the truth is i am scared, like a baby bird about to leave the comfort of his moms warmth.
All i can do is think of life and what we all call exsistance.
Then i ask myself.
If your never noticed does this mean u still exsist?
Or are u just like the morning dew i lay on which becomes a vague memory asoon as the sun awakens?

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