You look deeply into my eyes and lie to me-
Straightforward and bold, not caring about the truth
Until it comes up when you wish me away.
We laugh, we run, we fly-
Staying in the air despite what brings us down,
Until the humor and energy dies.
I wake up to your memory-
But am haunted because I’m alone,
Until you rush back and remind me of you.
I hang to every spoken word you send my way-
The good and the bad blend as one,
Until you remind me that all of it means nothing.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Long time no post...

That tree is us. We are lost, lonely, cold, we have no protection. We expose ourselves in the snow beaten winds. That vulnerable tree still manages to get attention, though. Even without its personality and beliefs, bystanders stop to look at it. Stop to observe the trees' beauty. No matter what season it is, people still have an overwhelming attraction to trees.
We have to be a tree, in some sense of that though. Well, we do not HAVE to be that tree, but we should WANT to be that tree. We should possess that beauty whether we have great, big, green leaves, or none at all.
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