I love snow I love rain I love sunshine I can't have them all at the same time Summer Winter Spring and Fall I'm not finiky I love them all each one is a kept locket timepiece and memoir of seasons cherish
The Immortal Wize
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kingqadardwon' says: Beautiful Truth!!!! |
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love_supreme says: Excellent write |
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Here It Isit's gonna take a reader to find me I don't mean a medium more like wikipedia I try to be good but not that obedient learning something new everyday like a mathematician doing subtraction and addition there's always something to add and take away not too much in a hurry to label things if I could talk to a tree and the tree could talk back to me the tree would probably say "who told you to call me tree, I'm roots I'm soil I'm sun I'm rain I'm dew I'm seasons I'm time I'm you I am everything I'm absorbing how can I be one thing you oughtta be ashamed you're human use your brain" and I probably be mad at that tree for holding a mirror in front of me and telling me I can't see, the nerve of that tree reality is often ahead of our vocabulary the problem with words is man allow me to explain I tried to but I been lied to too the world is always bigger than the language used to describe it and yet we keep trying to define it we can catch a butterfly but the only way to keep it is to ... |
Afterlife Storytimefrom the first bomb blast affordability became a thing of the past it was the year rent stopped making sense and people asked for their pennies back they checked old couch cushions emptied jars of forgotten change searched coat pockets like archaeologists turning up remains hoping to excavate evidence a previous way of living existed of a civilization that could afford things darkness stretched so far it became ordinary when the lights finally came on nobody celebrated we asked the question what is life to the living but we were too busy surviving it to listen for the meaning |