a visit to a mom

six cars in a line.
passengers wearin black.
lined wit silver and gold.
to smwhr called bandar kinrara.
t visit a mom.
and a baby.
theres a rabbit.
in a cage.
and a baby.
wit red cheeks.
life.
a new life.
the begining of a new life.
which would end.
like all life do.
as nature dictates.
to grow.
to mature.
the urge to find a mate.
to seed our offspring.
to leave our legacy.
to die.
death.
the opposite of living.
while death is the absence of life.
its what that makes life precious.
life is nt everlasting.
so short a life.
yet so long a death.
yet as there is death.
there is new life.
a perfect circle.
the cycle of life.

never mind.
talkin nonsense again.
but why is there life?
humans come from zygotes.
chickens come from eggs.
zygotes and eggs r formed by parents.
parents r formed by ancestors.
ancestors r formed by simple microorganism.
n where do our unicellular ancestors come from?
whats the first spark which triggered the first replication of RNA?
why did they form?
high pressure?
temp?
electric current?
magnetic field?
random atomic collisions?
abiogenesis?
from a meteorite?
that first spark will bring a whole new dimension.
nt only duplicating life.
but creating life itself.

sorry.
more nonsense.
anyway, visitin ms ko was fun.
i gt t carry her baby.
which amount t d same as hugging her baby.
babies need touch.
shes jus like a puppy.
though carrying a puppy is different.
i love dogs.
just that my mom doesnt allow me t have 1.
chocolate would be nice.