A poem.
There is no meaning to life. it is just a thought or maybe a smile, maybe a hug or maybe a dream. Just open your eyes, look around, tell a lover and look at the past and caress the sky. See the future, lick an ice cream cone. Eat something bitter and watch a baby smile and when the time comes remove your hate and leave something behind so the future can see the past. So, caress yourself and live for the humility of death.
