When I was 23 I had all the answers. At 63, I am now faced with the questions.
I love pizza and I love life. After a while, they both give me gas.
I write what I feel. Lately, I feel nothing.
It is painful to live alone, especially with all these people around.
I saw a frog snatch up a fly with its tongue and swallow it, then a snake lurched forward and swallowed the frog.
To live is easy, effortless even. You breathe until you don’t.
To have a life is …?