Stones
All that anyone could ever ask for in this lifetime is love... love that falls down on you like a mighty rainfall... soaking you and making you feel heavy with its presence.... a feeling that pervades every action and thought regardless of active mindfulness.. perhaps quiet compromise is the same thing.. perhaps the feeling of complancent existance.. perhaps the feeling of love is a fleeting remnant of excitement before the daily existance sinks in and drowns you like stones in your pocket while you're swimming acros a lake......