March 2010
6 posts
I can never make up to you what I’ve done. Nor can I ever express the gratitude I have for you. The only thing I can do is try my best to emulate you. I hope that will get me close enough.
I’ll start here and you start there and we’ll meet in the middle and see what we’ve got. We’ll have traveled more space and learned more things. And once we reach that middle we’ll be more ready to deal with whatever is waiting for us when we meet. But whether it be good or whether it be bad one thing’s the same; we’ll still be together and as long as...
words escape these lips of mine
yet they never cease to beg and pine
for yours which pout so beautifully full
i cannot escape this magnetic pull
your laugh rings like a christmas bell
which in my ears it likes to dwell
so comes forth a smile from me
as i utter the phrase “you silly bree”
i can feel you’re near
as i slowly fill with cheer
for reasons i don’t...
“I’m sleeping so little these days, I guess this is growing up. I’m feeling things are about to change, I’m guessing this is growing up. Yeah, I’m guessing this is growing up.”
i have a good feeling about this. it fits. it feels right.
When taking a breath of life you must inhale deeply and exhale very little. Fill your diaphragm with pure, unaltered universe, and expel some, only because you must in order to inhale once again. These evolutionary aerobics are what we need to shape our inner selves and to grow as much as we can in the lifetime that we are given. However, the lifetime that we are given can be changed or...
