i wished all guns could only shoot bbs.
Maybe its like that hot summers day. The day you decide to do all of the lawn work. After all that strenuous work you come inside to the cool air. Your shirt full of wetness begins to cool. The first relaxing sip of your fridges coldest captive touches your lips, then your throat, right down to the bottom.
Its a feeling of satisfaction. Of accomplishment. How great i was and how much i had done. Now i sink back into my couch, as the cold leather engulfs me, my eyes fixed on the television, and in trance i become lighter, my mind slows, i begin to drift away, further, further, goodbye hardships, goodbye struggle and labor, corruption and thought, no more wonder, no more pain, no more....and now i rest, peacefully. For eternity. And thats that. thats that...perhaps.
As simple as planting a few flowers, pulling some weeds, or total landscape restoration, we all rest the same. we are all the same. maybe we're not the same. we are not the same on earth, maybe we are not the same after earth either. i would literally laugh on the floor, if the more we had during life, the less we had in whateveritisafterlifething. but anyways...
Its a feeling of satisfaction. Of accomplishment. How great i was and how much i had done. Now i sink back into my couch, as the cold leather engulfs me, my eyes fixed on the television, and in trance i become lighter, my mind slows, i begin to drift away, further, further, goodbye hardships, goodbye struggle and labor, corruption and thought, no more wonder, no more pain, no more....and now i rest, peacefully. For eternity. And thats that. thats that...perhaps.
As simple as planting a few flowers, pulling some weeds, or total landscape restoration, we all rest the same. we are all the same. maybe we're not the same. we are not the same on earth, maybe we are not the same after earth either. i would literally laugh on the floor, if the more we had during life, the less we had in whateveritisafterlifething. but anyways...