We forget in that moment, That we are strangers, Walking alongside each other; Echoes of a past, On a cold misty morning.
Author: Byron McLeod
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I dream a dream.
But I'll wake up, won't I? Or perhaps I already am awake? Living the life of a dream I can't remember.
Teaching myself happiness.
You let that feeling seep down into your bones and shiver as you your body gets ready for the next time, the next ride, the next drop of happiness.
Use time or be used by time.
I just think we as people both young and old need to view time differently and not indifferently.
Time
So why should you care? Because growth is for everyone, it finds us all.
The Secret Life
Are you lost yet? Good. That's where most people start.
The Weeping
I remember moments I've had where spats of melancholy have come and gone, nothing as harsh as true sadness, but days, just days, sometimes hours where it's hard to go through the motions, and I empathized with the character.
Ocean drops
It's just one morning, Spread in loops of happiness. A moment of calm in my day. Alone with the drops of an ocean.
Minimalist: A self-reflection of Veronica the pink flamingo.
So I sit here smiling, happy, uncertain almost indefinitely, but happy nonetheless.