in the midst of golden rice fields; twilight, rain pouring down the water spout; me, drinking coffee; in a hammock. listening to sounds, surrounding me--young people, converging down the sidewalk, chatting; Mama, cooking dinner--chicken, i think. sounds. sounds, all around me; speaking of life--of snippets of living things, immortalized in static remembrance. the evidence of us being one; us, being parts of a mighty whole; living in obscurity and vulgar corroboration of existence. we are all but points that make the complete puzzle of God's love; thereby, tailgating the very fact of brotherhood and humanity. life. living. existence. description. analysis. thoughts. #life #existence #God #sounds #yqbaba
