I was asked this question once by a friend of mine.. and this was my reply...
And... next part of my life? :-? nah, its all one long carpeted path.. life is.. >:D<..
Just sometimes the carpet is rough and other times its comfy and smooth and you dream of it lasting forever.... and mostly it does.. lol.. mostly you end up a frayed piece of well worn wool, but hey. It fits you well even if it was itchy in patches.
I think about now I'm a cherished rug, folded up on an armchair, comforting and inviting, yet waiting to be of some need, to warm up life and make it feel so much better...
Meanwhile, there's a world full of unrest, of drifting, of lost souls just calling out to find their perfect frayed edge. The frayed edges are flawed people, always flawed, never forget this. The world exists purely from imperfections, and this is also what binds it together.
The next part of my life you ask? I don't have one,
my life isn't cut into parts to be dissected and analyzed.
My life is my life and
its
all
one
long
carpeted
path..
