What happens to us when we die. Is physical death a cold, permanent slumber? Or is it a journey back to where we were before we were physical beings? Our . . . more
I am the water, the air, the ground, the earth, the sun, the moon.....I am indescribable, immeasureable and incomplete.....a work of art in progress.....an unfinished story.....
On Gather, I'm Looking For ...:
I'd like to find some new friends who are also writers. There's got to be some cool, hip people out there with something to say........I'm ready to listen