Still life.

 Life is weird. 

 Life is unfinished business.  

as long as you have life,

you are unfinished.

You finish, when you die.

Because each day is different

each month, each year, 

all different.   Who can know

what tomorrow brings?

One day, you are chained,

then one day, you are free.

Life blows up,

then it blows away...

a new chapter... a story to be written..

in your memories.

My life fascinates me.

It has so much mystery,

each day, a puzzle to solve,

still life..

a new adventure,

someone to find,

something to hold...

a script to be still be written..

live your life...

I am living mine....ours..

S......