Greetings from Spockgirl Musings, where logic rules, but the frailties of
human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Life...


Fleeting.
Futile.
Faltering.
Fatal.
Fading.
Final.
 
There is no make up test. No do over.
No backspace. No whiteout.
No edit.
 
Once you turn the page, you can't go back.

The ending will always be the same.

However...

Life is a brilliant unfinished manuscript.
 
(I've just had writer's block for twenty years.)