Our Life is a train ,we all are passengers ,we don’t know where our journey will stop, its destination we cannot decide.

Written by Elana Zablocki.

Where, oh, where?

Where did it go?

Where are you my love? I am sitting here alone and cold in need, and wanting, your love, your touch, your smell.

Can you tell me where here is?

Poem about space.

Waiting for you.

The search for God in everyday life continues…

My demise shall improve the world.. .