It always seemed so black and white. Why can't he see? The waves of destruction that have become so prevalent in our lives. I realize it is not black and white, but full of gray waves, sometimes calm, soothing and sometimes turbulent, cold, dark. Nothing stays the same and that is a very comforting feeling.
Every Friday write a poem, story or limerick of 55 words, no more, no lessAnd then report to the G-man!!