Racing Mind, Beating Heart, Empty Soul
As I sit in front of this key laidened machine gently pressing the square , spring, operated letters, I have racing thoughts of how beautiful the after life really must be with it's rolling pastures of wild flowers gently bending in the soft whisper of the fresh wind.The sky as blue as blue can be. My heart says Yes, this place exists and you can certainly go there and finally rest your tired body and weary mind. A place where your solitude and peace of mind can escape the torture and torment of what we call life. A place where all is accepted, cherished, loved and admired. A place where there are no words, gestures, expressions, action of embarassment, fear, or violence. To find this Island what is it we must do? Right now I fear that our society is so far from this land that seeking another land may be the only place left to fill an empty soul.
