

the art of becoming meThe art of becoming me every moment in life is yours, its yours to keep, every sunset, every bird, every breeze, every time the water crashes in the ocean, the smell of the salty air, the scent of a sweet perfume, every time you experience a new view of the world around you, this is yours. No one can ever take that from you. cherish it, cherish the moment because in another moment it will be gone, no one will ever be able to see or taste or smell or hear or feel that exact thing that you did again, and neither will you a great photographer, a great poet, a great painter, or musician, even a great scientist can only try to recreatethe art of becoming me


morningI love the cool contrast of the morning air against the warmth in my bed. The light creeps through the fruit filled trees outside my window and into the room. I wake with my eyes half open still dreaming, and loving this moment. The blankets are smooth against my legs and i feel them softly with my hands. Oh what a glorious morning, this gift from God himself. Can I stay here all afternoon filling my mind with peaceful euphoria? I'm happy, though the problems of the day are still around. The soothing sound of the wind outside, I'm safe in my room.morning


eggshells4:30 in the morning up all night eating up the words that leech on the chords that wind in my body the tendrils that breakeggshells
and the song is never heard again should i repair these strings or wait till its all in disarray? with one step brings an avalanche of hatred and sorrow the tongue lashes out and the spit aches my heart should i stand strong with arms to my side fighting the fight until I crumble I fought strong and hard and could no longer or should i walk away with no direction to get repair the master teaches the skills of life yet left me with n


questions in chaoswhat is the point of all this drama clouding everything good so that good things don't make sense only problems can ground me is there a reason for this stepping down on the ladder slowly till I'm down in the ground how low do I need to be for goodness to arise i see the beauty in this moment of chaos turned expression but in the same way i still long for the same end in simple happy things does everything have to be so intense for there to be a meaning? as the drama approaches all the goodness I longed fades quickly behind the dark cloudsquestions in chaos
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I'll break into your thoughts with whats written on my heart.
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I'll break into your thoughts with whats written on my heart.
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Thanks for all the
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La tristesse se digère moins bien que les coquillettes.
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Best lyden
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