Thursday Night

watching bears in the woods, on a screen ofcourse eating a cracker out of plastic. everything must come out of plastic everything that does people buy eating until full bears in the woods, they were interesting at peace with their place just surviving sometimes running a nursery i want passion like that to survive does the mind make things so complicated that it wont let or is it just my surroundings? thank the grass for being my surface run to the heaven river to appreciate the skin of fish im always interrupted in my gaze someone riding my ass always in a hurry to be there, to always get that when my hands are on the wheel i dont even drive my mind always wanders without being told first time i have wrote without a plan i like it throwing baggage on a screen infont ive adapted to the screen, almost moving away from my pad i dont know why? maybe, because i can type faster than write but does it mean more to physically make the imprint with the so guided message life is life people spend lifetimes trying to discover what it is am i trying too? i cannot cover my curious tent questions, i ask so many unanswered questions