SoundwavesThis warm, sleepy feeling One that draws my lips to a blissful smile Reminds me of the emotion which rises When two mellow, soft notes sing, Fall into the exact same tone And seem to glow with perfect wholenessSoundwaves
This melody of love and light Comes through as we breathe Full of life and completeness Never falters Never shakes Just pours through our veins Blue and deep Round and innocent sound Dreamy, playful music Trickles, trills, echoes calmly And resonates, carefree
It’s just simply here Between us Luminous spirit &
The Lack ThereofThe seclusion has driven me now To address several concepts of this, my life Most terribly frustrating To encounter at such an untimely timeThe Lack Thereof
I hope still to find and settle in A serene state of mind and being; One which may suffice To perceive life used to its full potential
Self-evaluation has its occupational hazards: How much life time I’ve wasted thus far Pinpointed lack of passion Deficient loving and learning to feel content
Yearning to explore all aspects of mankind Novels to read, creativity to tap Every “–ism” and “–ology”
1 Corinthians 13I Corinthians 131 Corinthians 13
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity [love], I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, &
Sometimes I CrySometimes I feel like an angel flying high beautiful and so goddamn free look at me everybody somebody loves me. This angel's wings are lifted by the breath of an angel so far away and yet so close Sometimes. Sometimes I feel so enlightened so spirited and so touched. This angel. This me. Halo, harp, golden wings...Sometimes I Cry
all because of you.
Sometimes I feel so low I could die and be content in the air I didn't breathe my breath has all been spent. Mistakes.... The ones so obvious The ones that will
stuff and such
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*squeezes sarah's extradorinarily large breast and simultaneously ass rapes her*
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and soon, by the way, my dad's going to set up a hotel in santa monica so that we can stay there for a bit, instead of disneyland, because both my parents pretty much hated that idea. i'm sorry, haha, i wanted to go to disneyland too. maybe someone else can take us for a two day trip! anyway, just be on the lookout for some specific dates, if you would like to go to santa monica.
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