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My feelings are like dandelions. Like ones in the spring they can be linked together in a chain loosely held together in a moment tenuously connected. but they are more like their fall counterparts, seemingly rooted, but blown away by a slight breeze a field can be covered by hundreds yet they do not define the field nor does the field define them. what are my feelings if not definitively me? like wispy dandelion seeds, soon to be more but perfect in their imperfect potential they are ephemeral fragments projected by heart and mind my feelings are dandelions. i am not a dandelion. i am a creator of dandelions and of fields and of breezes. of chains and of seeds. i am the master of my universe. i am the master of everything and i am the master of nothing. i am the master of dandelions.
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
dandelion master
My feelings are like dandelions. Like ones in the spring they can be linked together in a chain loosely held together in a moment tenuously connected. but they are more like their fall counterparts, seemingly rooted, but blown away by a slight breeze a field can be covered by hundreds yet they do not define the field nor does the field define them. what are my feelings if not definitively me? like wispy dandelion seeds, soon to be more but perfect in their imperfect potential they are ephemeral fragments projected by heart and mind my feelings are dandelions. i am not a dandelion. i am a creator of dandelions and of fields and of breezes. of chains and of seeds. i am the master of my universe. i am the master of everything and i am the master of nothing. i am the master of dandelions.
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paul-maclean
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC
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