Ambitious men and women are doomed, because Mother Earth has nothing left to give.
You can call me Milo, a childhood nickname, full-blooded Lakota. This site is dead but I still come here to read. RIP Tranquil Musings. You don't have to pm me. I do not write for the pleasure of others. I'm just someone passing by and I'm cool with that. I'm 31 and a lifetime it seems has passed me by already.
I have died so many times in my dreams that I am starting to wake up eager to live.
I am enthralled to the chase as the night horse continues to race among the dead. "Am I living or am I dead," says the lost soul along my way.
"I don't know what you are talking about stranger," not giving the person the time of day, "We are only dreaming in a world as far as the universe will allow us to. So why would it matter?"
"The real question is how far will your universe allow you to dream?"
I tricked the poor soul, who thought she was dead but now she is happy believing she is only dreaming in a world that belongs to her.