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 May 2013 Wolves and Lilies
Sea
They say
"the grass is always greener on the other side"
But I say,
"the grass is greener where it rains,
where you water it."
Flowers need sun to grow,
but also rain to bloom.
You can't experience the sunshine
without going through storms.
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 May 2013 Wolves and Lilies
Sea
Feel
 May 2013 Wolves and Lilies
Sea
In everything I do,
everywhere I go,
whatever I listen to,
I yearn to feel;
To smell the air, hear the sounds, witness my surroundings,
To have my heart - my soul - touched by all kinds of emotions,
To experience and be familiar with every sensation possible.
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 May 2013 Wolves and Lilies
Sea
People are like books. Each is different but has a story to tell; a story that can be seen and known by opening their pages, their layers. Each is unique, rich, deep, page after page, filled with life. Each waits to be lifted off from a shelf and into the hands of another; cared for, understood, and loved. But, each book is constantly judged by its cover. The truth and worth it holds - so important, sadly neglected and forgotten. And once someone reads them, some, the unlucky, can be replaced because, in time, the initial value that was once worthy is overlooked. Some may question if they are even worth the time anymore, and that is what scares me, and probably a lot more. As books, we hope to be found by the rarest few. The rarest few that willingly and continually understands you, comes back to you, makes sure you are cared for, remain loyal to you, and keeps you close, even if one day they stumble upon a more appealing cover.
Initially written on 13th March 2013
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At night
while you lie next to me sleeping,
your chest slowly rising
and falling in perfect rhythm
to the songs dancing inside my head,
I alternate between pinches on my arm
to remind me that you’re real
and tying strings on your fingers
so you don’t forget me
when you
wake.
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