The reason of life?
The reason of life? I don´t know what it is about the one-day flys reason of life is dyeing but that shouldn´t be the reason for us to live. Have we something to discover, like a mosquito discovers from above where a bloody vain is swimming through my arm to stick in its pointed snorkel like a fishing rod ,or like the surprised human who can discover a nasty itching bubble seems to be a mountain in the desert between the highest mountains ever found nobody respects it noone takes care of it except for the lovely wind the lovely wind touches it and the rain that makes his parasites growing up birds will discover this little piece of peace in the world but when they notice there aren´t worms beneath the grass they stop loving it and leave after they left something whiten there. The stonern hill overcasts with the green peaceful lawn is a special hill it is mine, just one numberless hill but it will grow layers will be born and century after century in a time when I am probably looking down from the gates of heaven and an other kind of monster is living on our planet who is still looking for the reason of life They will discover my hill my little mountain who have beaten the mount everest recently and if these monsters manage it to get to the scarred heart of my mountain before the world will break in pieces they will discover the locked box my locked box in this locked box there is the reason of life kept, written down on a piece of paper but I am afraid because what they don´t know I HAVE GOT THE KEY ;-P