sometimes it seems we're all filled with sand,
keeling over and giving up,
the sweetness that we once tasted,
now seems to turns our stomachs sick.
But I do not believe so!
I will forever insist on the existence of fairies,
wishing on stars, candles, eyelashes.
I will finger paint to cleanse my soul,
colour with crayons to find peace.
watch cartoons to induce smiles,
and wear flowers in my hair.
because maybe the most important things you learn in your life, are taught to you in your first 5 years.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
sometimes it seems we're all filled with sand,
keeling over and giving up,
the sweetness that we once tasted,
now seems to turns our stomachs sick.
But I do not believe so!
I will forever insist on the existence of fairies,
wishing on stars, candles, eyelashes.
I will finger paint to cleanse my soul,
colour with crayons to find peace.
watch cartoons to induce smiles,
and wear flowers in my hair.
because maybe the most important things you learn in your life, are taught to you in your first 5 years.
If you take life seriously, you live absolutely no life at all.
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