may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
the aim of waking is to dream
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when it rains, it pours
i've always been told to stay away, but i've always been on the stubborn side of things.
i don't want to wait and wonder anymore what's going to happen or what could happen. i just want you to heal and i want you to be safe and warm all the time. i want you to know how wonderful you are, and the goodness that i see in you. there is so much more to you than what's going on in your life at the moment. this is not you. this is just what's happening.
go outside.lay in the sun and let it soak into your veins and warm your blood and mend your heart. because god only knows why, but you've stopped letting me.
i don't want to wait and wonder anymore what's going to happen or what could happen. i just want you to heal and i want you to be safe and warm all the time. i want you to know how wonderful you are, and the goodness that i see in you. there is so much more to you than what's going on in your life at the moment. this is not you. this is just what's happening.
go outside.lay in the sun and let it soak into your veins and warm your blood and mend your heart. because god only knows why, but you've stopped letting me.
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