A quiet hello said low in the morning
A genuine effort: welcome, Newcomer
a home, a life, some food & some funding
Solid company that brings us together
the alluring, the shy, the quick and the funny
a love that binds us stronger than tethers
A mouth that is mellow and slower than honey
with lips that procure, that swell and are hungry
the sounds of kisses, the battles of loving
openness of spirit, red frames for the lonely
Stage 1: great afflictions saturate the stomach.
Stage 2: the heart empties once the task is completed.
Stage 3: dailiness finally fills the veins.
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There is such a thing as making the same mistakes over and over again. Then there comes the day when you realize you are living the mistake, rather than just repeating it. What was just troublesome surreptitiously becomes a habit. The frightening part is that old habits are so hard to kill.
IF you fill your interior with accumulating thoughts and swelling ideas, mindsets may commence to mold.
What is the use of inner richness when it leaves the outside devoided of interest?
When the content is as impressive as it is private, the surface will be deemed just puny.
Sand, sun, summer
Clouds, cats, cuddling
Sea, hills or desert
Inwards or outwards
A dive in the snow
Waterfalls of happiness
Shower the unknown
Run run run
Optimism versus pessimism
What’s next in the chain
Back to the start
Gain the again
Repeat but improve
Clear the clouds
The sky lit the line
Anxiety is the antecipation of fear
Fear is ignorance about the unknown
The unknown is something to be discovered
And that is all there is to it.