I notice im making little changes
Little..little,such a big deal to me..  
After being resistant for so long,for reasons that have now become known to me.
My own belief, no matter how many times I positively handled , the deep dark belief kept taking over me..pretty much telling me to *******-
its too much, its too late , it’s not worth it , I’m not worth it.
So Im fully feeling the little changes as a big deal..feeling good to me..feeling good to be feeling good to be me..aah..it’s liberating and enlightening..  stay forever,
You wonderful feeling!

Make a difference.
For instance,
Walk an old lady across the street.
Say "hi" to every new person you meet!
How about you smile every once in a while,
Don't be so hostile!
Sit next to the lonely boy at school,
Maybe that's cool enough for you?
Write a "Thank you" note to your teacher.
Come on guy's it's not so hard,
Just start from the heart!
But, the lesson is..
Just be a leader.

What’s the difference between *** & making love?
& can you make love to strangers?
And make it so beautiful that it
Still wakes them up at night sixty years later?
Even if you didn’t know her first name?

You are tea,
serene in your surroundings.

                                                               ­                                        I am coffee,
                                                                ­           attention always bounding.

Your colour milkish pale,
creamy optimism.

                                                               ­                              I am taken black,
                                                                ­                                bitter cynicism.


Two sugars,
to match your disposition.

                                                               ­                                     None for me,
                                                             ­       I'll maintain my grim affliction.


                                               We differ so much,
                                                     it's obscene.
                                                  
     ­                                              But in the end
                                               we're both caffeine.

•
He spared a thought in his own voice's sleep
Wise, he won the fight.

She dared to care in her own reason's defeat
Wide, she lit the night
•

Sometimes i search for the meaning of the words,
Not in the dictionary but in discourse,
What does it mean to others,
And how much of the world it covers,
Tell me what it mean to you,
So i can get a clue,
To fathom the differences it brought,
In reality as well in thoughts.

I was loved
When I was young and free

I was loved
When my hair caught the breeze

I was loved
When the willows would sing for me

Then
        
            it

                    stopped.

I am not loved
Because I love myself

I am not loved
Because their hair doesn't catch the breeze

I am not loved
Because the willows only sing for me.

I am hated for
my differences.

A little work
will make a difference.
Don't hesitate to
make a change.