Tortoise Extraordinaire
Often I think, "Oh how sad to be Shelly Garcia." No friends, really, loved only through the glass. The red sun beats down all day:
trudge through the tunnel
eat
trudge back
sun
nap
trudge back through the tunnel
Always pray the almighty does not forget to let the food rain down.
And then I see: her existence is not unlike that of people I know, including myself at times:
"god" whomever that is, loves us from afar, through the "glass" of reality and atmosphere
we are lucky to find true friends
we get up
eat
trudge around all day under the red sun
Would she survive in the wilderness?? Who would provide food? Warmth? If left to our her devices, she would surely parish in the wild.
And now, what about me?? If I climb out of this aquarium and strike out on my own into the wilderness, abandon the daily life of trudging under the red sun, will I be able to fend for myself? Will I survive?
OR
Will I pull into my shell? Rot? Be eaten by beasts?
Happy happy thoughts tonight!
trudge through the tunnel
eat
trudge back
sun
nap
trudge back through the tunnel
Always pray the almighty does not forget to let the food rain down.
And then I see: her existence is not unlike that of people I know, including myself at times:
"god" whomever that is, loves us from afar, through the "glass" of reality and atmosphere
we are lucky to find true friends
we get up
eat
trudge around all day under the red sun
Would she survive in the wilderness?? Who would provide food? Warmth? If left to our her devices, she would surely parish in the wild.
And now, what about me?? If I climb out of this aquarium and strike out on my own into the wilderness, abandon the daily life of trudging under the red sun, will I be able to fend for myself? Will I survive?
OR
Will I pull into my shell? Rot? Be eaten by beasts?
Happy happy thoughts tonight!