The tiny boy looked at the tiny tree And it was big The tiny tree looked at a tiny building And it was huge Tiny building looked at the tiny ocean And it was large The tiny ocean looked at the tiny space And it was gigantic The tiny earth looked at the tiny universe And said it was enormous
7 billion super **** i wonder too about all this my idle mind goes into overdrive i think of the 7 billion humans the ruling elite may or may not **** off leaving just 500 million left alive they don’t need our taxes i was thinking 'sensibly' how they would do this? a virus is too iffy nukes too destructive/radioactive how about sending unmanned space probes to asteroids with spare engines put the engines on the rocks and fly them to earth all gps guided either say the rocks are for mining for recourses or just use them as a weapon to **** 7 billion my idle mind lol...
Since the perception of time, ancient malevolent entities; have been filling our souls with 'want'. Collectively this 'want' forms the material world, which serves to suppress the inner spark; the energy contained within the human soul.
Good souls gradually struggle free from the confines of 'want' or the material world, thus releasing and returning the inner spark to the origin of light.
Dark souls remain in the material world reborn and the 'Dark-echo' continues to expand the physical universe, thus slowly terraforming the multiverse into a single living entity
Dark matter is the fabric of life, and the womb of the dark soul.
The origin of light is a place of contentment beyond the perception of any fearful, material being; clinging to mortality.
That's why freeing oneself from the confines of the material world, and returning to the 'origin of light, is a leap of faith.
i love you i love you i love you i both want to kiss you goodbye and wish you the best day after day, want you to find your purpose and reach your dreams and shower you in gifts all the way, i wish i could see you grow and love and marry a man and have a family, i want to let you fly, i wanna make you fly, i wanna slip in your bed and not leave until my body's decided it's enough, wanna kiss you hello and wish you goodnight, i didn't know love could be this way until we made it so.
To be loved when its not convinient To be loved for the hand gestures made when i talk about the netflix show i just got into To be loved for the way i part my hair To be loved for making a joke with the waiter To be loved for taking the long route to get you a coffee To be loved for being vulnerable Oh to be loved for the smallest things and the big ones blindly.
it hadn't been since aunt martha gave me the gift of a warm cinnamon hinted hot chocolate on that brisk winter day, had I felt such warmth from a kind hearted soul...hands heated, warm ceramic reviving my icicle ******* (slow) blood flow
the cinnamon sparkle that gleamed and aromatized my gibbous eyes giving me a sense of acknowledgement helping me to reach a state of full illumination emit unprecedented light
such kindness and welcoming feelings Wonka had encouraged me this way as I chewed my way through his half eaten golden ticket a delightful treat but my taste buds hadn't treated it toooo delightfully
thank you for giving me your time and many thanks for permitting me to give you mine
the best part of my day is seeing you
and if i ever said i wasted it away.... just remember out of the 7 billion people (1000 i really know) i chose to waste it away with you.
...to weekday wake-up calls ...to monotonic wardrobe ...to the smell of coffee ...to blank spaces ...to conversing chairs and empty benches ...to long walks ...to midnights ...to back porch poetry and sonnets ...to sunday morning bike rides ...to gloomy days ...to days without plans ...to days with random plans ...to stillness and invisibility ...to taking chances ...to gestures big and small ...to love languages and unintentional kindness ...to the right song at the right time ...to words spoken and unspoken ...and to all i forgot to thank ...thank you.