bubblegirl214
Suppose life could be different. Suppose that life wasn't reality. Suppose that there was something beyond this world. Something more real. Something eternal. Suppose that all the things you thought were right are wrong, and the things you hoped were reality were just a grasp in the air. Light shines in eternity, and suppose for a moment that eternity is reality.
I suppose that writing about suppose is a conundrum in and of itself. Why do we suppose that other people suppose things about us? We assume that people dislike us or suppose they know the truth, but in reality, our presuppositions are judgmental and take us farther from the truth. Suppose we stop and listen to people before judging what they do.
Edge is the place you get when you're frustrated beyond belief. When you are afraid to jump. When the grass ends and a slippery place begins. Edge. Is the place where the cows are chewing on the grass and they do it simply by instinct. They don't know the results of what they are doing. They just know it will taste good. Edge is good. Edge can be bad. when you jump of