A subtle breeze is still able to send the tiniest chill up your spine. A light feather can still send ripples running upon the vast naked ocean. A small injection from a needle is able to prevent you from illness for a lifetime.
This proves it then- little ol' me has the power to change this ginormous world.
Until then.
xx
Monday, April 25, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Palace for the Kings
He moves to the rhythm of his own beat. One foot in front of the other. Repeat. Such an easy process; a process that opens so many doors, he notices.
Are my feet the key to life? he wonders. No, they're merely a part of the puzzle.
It's the moon that shines the way, the sound of the ocean waves that call him home. The little specs of sand wriggle in between his toes and he loves it. He loves it all. This is where I should be. Where it all happens. He closes his eyes and inhales the ocean mist deeply. The aphrodisiac smell travels through his lungs and causes his chest to swell with happiness. He sits down, sinking his bottom into the sand and looks up at the clear night sky. Little stars smile down upon him, playing with his mind while they take turns to sparkle. He needs no camera for this, no civilisation, nothing man made at all. He is one with Mother Earth, it's his eyes that capture the moment.
It's his heart that will store this memory, this life away from life.
Until next time.
xx
Are my feet the key to life? he wonders. No, they're merely a part of the puzzle.
It's the moon that shines the way, the sound of the ocean waves that call him home. The little specs of sand wriggle in between his toes and he loves it. He loves it all. This is where I should be. Where it all happens. He closes his eyes and inhales the ocean mist deeply. The aphrodisiac smell travels through his lungs and causes his chest to swell with happiness. He sits down, sinking his bottom into the sand and looks up at the clear night sky. Little stars smile down upon him, playing with his mind while they take turns to sparkle. He needs no camera for this, no civilisation, nothing man made at all. He is one with Mother Earth, it's his eyes that capture the moment.
It's his heart that will store this memory, this life away from life.
Until next time.
xx
Opulent Opium
You make me smile even when the skies turn grey. Heck, you make it seem like the skies turning grey are the best thing that can happen to this earth. Keep injecting me with this happy drug, I think I'm addicted. Thank you, dear life of mine :)
Until then.
xx
Until then.
xx
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Narcissist
It's amazing how raw my hate can be for something that shouldn't even exist in the first place. Who made you leader of the pack? Perfection is not you, perfection is nowhere near you. I am my own person and it can't be helped at all- so stop trying to mould me to conform into your life. As disbelieving this may be, I will not be around forever. I will not grovel at your feet forever. I'll be free. Most importantly, I'll be away from you. So unbotton that stiff collar and remove that golf club out of your ass and really, do really, try to open your eyes.
Until next time.
xx
Until next time.
xx
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Make a scene
There's something about you that makes me think in a new light. You possess that ability to make everything seem alright- that all is where it should be. It's so refreshing, though there's this nagging feeling that this isn't forever.
Why do all good things come to an end? I believe I possess the power to prevent this, but I think I need help harnessing it.
Until then.
xx
Why do all good things come to an end? I believe I possess the power to prevent this, but I think I need help harnessing it.
Until then.
xx
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Lonely Optimist
It's a wonder why the world spins the way it spins. We, as people living on this planet known as Earth, should count ourselves lucky just for not falling off this rotating ball of land and water. However, it seems that through the consumption of mankind, the new belief in order to feel lucky now requires wealth, popularity and fame.
What happened to just doing what you truly want to do? What happened to just live they way you want to, feel they way you feel and love the way you live? What has this world come to?
Until next time.
xx
What happened to just doing what you truly want to do? What happened to just live they way you want to, feel they way you feel and love the way you live? What has this world come to?
Until next time.
xx
Sunday, April 3, 2011
King of the Dinosaurs
It's a necessary necessity!
High tides emerge from the depths. The slow sun steadily beats down onto the grounds. Lost souls are crying for attention, but she doesn't care. It's her day to shine.
Why should things be the way they are? she wonders.
Until then.
xx
High tides emerge from the depths. The slow sun steadily beats down onto the grounds. Lost souls are crying for attention, but she doesn't care. It's her day to shine.
Why should things be the way they are? she wonders.
Until then.
xx
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