~ immaterial… ~
Reach out and touch me,
with other than your words,
for I am not there.
Though my heart is real,
my spirit is not made of matter,
Material things do not matter
at least as much as they matter
Time never stops, and it never changes.
Time is like a stream we flow through.
Is all we really are ripples in time’s flow?
Is all we really are ripples in time's flow? http://t.co/FIQMhdTQmu
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) April 22, 2015