Reflection. Awareness. How am I still walking still breathing despite carcinogenic thoughts & feelings? Reflection. Ascension. How am I still drinking still eating despite reverberation in the earth's stomach? Feeding myself to feed you.
Feeding myself to feed you.
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Wet fingertip offered to the wind itself, summon me personal heaven, please, summon me personal heaven.
Flat foot big toe tapping out the pulse of the bare ground on concrete, asking heaven of the soil. Pleading.
Feeding myself to feed you. Happily happening, as but a terrible chance.
There is a sheep Playing in the court That is wide He jumps happily He feels funny He sings loudly But suddenly He felt lonely He goes immediately To search for friendly He walks shortly He walks straightly He walks unlikely Till he finds them They are great They are like him Sheep and goats' He invites them They get hesitated He says obviously The court is wide The plants are great They are green Who wants happy? Must live there Who wants heaven? Must go yonder They look at faces Why don't they go? Why don't they do" The effort to get more To make their life happy They deal with themselves with honest and funny feeling at inner with the sense of satisfy of the sense of ready to thank their God truly They are all going happily
Quit. Quit when it is the most beautiful, right? Quit when I hold your Hand, smile on our lips. When I feel your fingertips. Quit when you touch my cheek, and fall for my eyes. When your smile lights up my heart, but your words tare me apart. When I am the happiest ever. Quit. Quit, it can’t get better. But worse. So quit breathing.
I want people More than pleasure People are my pleasure I'll happily take Life's punches For people I'll happily make Me a fool For people I'll happily drop Opulence For people For there's one thing I know for sure: I love people People are what matters to me.