I found my favorite part of life: in all its randomness and uncertainties, we always find our favorites along the way and we personalize those for ourselves.
It's lovely; we take our own scraps from everything -- may it be genre of movies, delicacy, fragrance, people -- piece them together, then own a wholeness that we are.
Although, wholeness is just a euphoric concept; Some people may feel it, many may be patiently building theirs. Being complete is a great feeling but it's ceasing life. Be quirky and wanting -- this is the beauty of life, after all.
I love listing my favorites as much as waiting for the new ones.
This is inspired by the time in the past that I was told I will always be his favorite girl. That could change, but I so appreciate it.
Wrap myself up in Saturday Tighten the day around me Relaxation should be fashion With a stage of people lounging Letting the week fall away Wouldn’t that be luxury A runway show Of casual mornings, easygoing evenings Affordability in the convenience Drink down fancy coffee and hot chocolate As Saturday becomes a world renowned designer Of my relaxation
Her favorite flower was daisies But I didn't know Until I was told To place them on her grave -theres a reason I think favorite flowers are important
This poem is for my mom that died when I was really young. I was the only person that knew what her favorite colors were, but I never knew the flowers she wanted to have at her funeral. I guess it still sticks with me