I wonder if the stars are certain Or if the sun ever has a doubt Does sugar cane wish it was sour Does red velvet wish it was black Do plans dream of spontaneity Do words get tired of letters Can numbers feel their value Can believers ever be stayers I wonder if lions ever…
Originally posted on Pouring My Art Out:
We dance on strands made of words and ideas… we cast about ourselves a nebulous web of that which we hold most dear, and then perch upon the gleaming, silken filaments… we hope to lure others to see the beauty of that which we have constructed, to entangle them…
I have a friend who likes to tell me, “It isn’t always about you!” Often times I feel like that phrase needs to be reflected back at him but sometimes he is right. I am making this post ALL ABOUT ME! I think being clumsy is charming. – Probably because I am the clumsiest person…
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