Simple living,high thinking

We live simply because we can’t do our complex stuff. We are too much bogged down in words, exploring invisible connections between words. After we die we live our deaths simply.

We live our deaths on our high stools. When there is no rain from the clouds, our cotton will kick it’s stool and its flowers will turn yellow with death . The plants will fall to the ground their tongues sticking out. Our cotton will live it’s death.

We carry on our high thinking regardless .