When you are dead
You don’t care
That blemish
Just a blemish
Your weight
Just a number
The gossip
Just stories
The haters
Just puppets
When you are dead
The dreams
Are just movies
The hopes
Just a waste of time
The work
Just distraction
When you are dead
If you could wish
And you wouldn’t
But if you could
You would wish
That you had lived
Without all the worries
Responsible for killing you
HASTYWORDS 
Wow, I needed to see this today. Thank-you for reminding me, to not waste my time with things that don’t matter~~
XX ❤ XX
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In that case, don’t sweat the petty stuff. What’s really important? ❤
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
As long as you’re not dead, live.
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So much truth in this. 🙂
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I’m looking for the space between the waves, while the sun it came a little for today. But dark and stormy was on the changing tide, with brother wind gusting disgust through a longest night. Sand he waited, though shifted beneath a sea, as sounds clashed they’re inaudible, unspoken and just a little free.
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Beautiful. Nice to see you 🙂
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Same here. I’ve been a little preoccupied with visual artsy based stuff this year while looking for new stories. How are your woods today?
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Woods are thick but beautifully quiet
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Oh so true..so true. But I guess as long as we walk this earth..with our personalities..with our experiences and perceptions and insecurities..with all the good stuff too within us…worry is just another human experience 😉
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