Saturday, July 20, 2013
what you see is me
Friday, July 19, 2013
Swurley wirly twinkle twurly
going round in circles round and round we go with no one to hold us down and nothing to stop us going around and around tipsy turning mind in whirling swirling such a classic mission the one of turning
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Ocean of Dreams
Step wide when you step inside step in and never let your heart go out its not just a cloud its not just a scream its an entire ocean of dreams a lifeline to the unhappy a light to the dark its the magic inside that build our lives and stepped outside in our oceans of dreams . . whatever
Share a little love around the world
Its not meant to live outside in the shadow its not meant to be around the corner its should be where you are it should live in your heart its a little thing called love if you try it some time you will see the the world turn its frown upside down!
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Well aint it pretty such a red
So there is days that your heart is filled with it, your mind overflows from it, it is the anticipation of something that doesn't end, the frustration of some one that just doesn't stop, the lost the unfounded, it is the heartache and realizing it's fake it is the burn yet the sanctuary found inside, the regret the things that's better left unsaid. . . I guess that's why it just plain red!
Wow what an emotional tidbit that came to be. . . .well back with some fuel for tomorrow thanks world
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
When the color fades away just find a way
So as I look back to the bunch of post of the past week and wonder what happened inside myself to have been so dark wow just so much black paint utilized in no real effective manner I can but only whish for some color and bang it explodes . . .suppose its the way things go must be the clicking finger having a emotional breakdown there. . . .
just think bubblegum and chew
Monday, July 1, 2013
Another what was I thinking day
Its an odd feeling finding yourself an hour later and all you have to show is a blank canvass empty mind emotionless gut and just this small tingling desire that somewhere inside a master piece is hiding wanting out needing to explode into the world but you look again and all you find is . . . .blah blah blah the aliens must've taken it sorry maybe tomorrow will be a better day . . .
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