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The wind on your face in the trees in your hair. Its circled around the earth always been there. It may stop in one place for a day or two. Then it starts racing straight back to you.
Hello again, and today is Monday, March 11, 2013. Do you ever notice how small of a world we experience. I mean, the whole entire world is HUGE, but our day to day world is so, so tiny.
Okay so Im learning astronomy and how the earth is a tiny circle compared to the solar system, and how the sun is a speck out there in the galaxy, even though we think its giant.
#sundayrepost Expectations, culture, family graft onto our eyes A captivating child's toy, obscuring what's behind.
You can never quite know What you have Who you are Or really anything How often one takes One for granted You need to know that You always are the lucky one Be thankful count your lucky stars Look...
Every moment is broken into pieces. each piece distributed among those that make up the memory. All pieces are multi colored parts of many memories, all connected, across the globe.
School kids all around. Crashing agains my innards. Hopefully learning their lessons. Once in a while, visiting my yard. Over and over I'm painted. Luckily it hides graffiti. Don't have a mind.
If i was a mummy I would want to get up and run How mean of them to cut my body Remove my parts, to fill up a jar I would have preferred to rotte under the sun.
Why is our life measured in time. Why can't it be measured in memories. Like that memory when you baby brother had his first lime.
The screaming erupted that day Like pop rocks from my Grandmother's mouth. My Mother, in the front house, was busy mopping the floor, And I, had been drifting, like a lazy bee, with nothing to do.
All the grass is greener,. Where you are standing, watching me. All the lights are on, glowing. Where you are standing, watching me. All the money is accumulating , growing.
Each day we look at the world...don't we. If not carefully judging and quantifying , we try to change things.
#sundayrepost Through the looking glass I see, A future dark there be. No happiness or nothing, Just grimness there for me. Through the looking glass of hate, I cannot see no mates.
Sitting by the surgery Hearing words like 'Clear!' and 'Stable!' I would save them all, my dear, If only I was able. I've saved a few, let others die, I've watched some praise and others cry.
(Just so it's not all doom and gloom from me today). I see each day, a picture of joy. My niece as she plays on the floor with her toys. Giddily giggling like little girls do.
I stand in a street surrounded by people in black and grey. Black satchels, black coats, black gloves, black shoes. Grey trousers. Their faces are grey from stress.
I look for the beauty in everything/everyone before I even begin to see the perceived ugly.
If a pessimist falls off a building their last thoughts are they're going to hit the ground with a splat and die. If an optimist falls off a building their last thoughts are it's all good.
The scene from my window. Is covered in white. The streets are aglow. Such a wonderful sight. Still sprinkles are floating. And falling to ground. So beautifully coating. The greens and the browns.
And here I sit In my own little corner of wrong You say I can't be a fool I've got to be strong When did you make all the rules.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, January 16, 2013. In this day and age, we tend to know what current good and current evil are.
A lot of adults are like, oh, being a kid was so easy, I wish I was young again, but y'all seem to forget the hard parts, like when you totally flunked that math test, or you completely forgot you...
POV 1 I do not like to climb Because you'll always fall So I find a little shortcut And I go through the wall I then can see the Problem through and through Get over it, You.
Disabled, imperfect and inaccurate to look through colour blind eyes...