A perspective
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Life has many obstacles,
But it’s what you choose to do
That makes you who you are.
I’ve changed so much over the years.
I went from a scared young girl
Who was scared of loud noises
Oh, little man what sadness brings thee?
She left me barren with nothing to sow.
I'm left with no seed and all cannot grow.
Her anger smitted what I had most delighted.
The man behind the photo is unknown
his true nature are within the pixles of a picture
his facial expression like the cover of a book
Fantasies are swirling
In my head
I must get out
I must live them instead
Traveling is what I want to do-
Traveling of the heart and feet
To the mountains of the world
And oceans blue
We hustle through life trying to find meaning, but don't put worth into what we're dreaming. Where does the most value lie? In graveyards where we have died.
I'm a very easy person to please
give me the bare necetties and some privicy
I'll love you for ever
it does't take a lot to make me smile
Give me sunflower or a sloppy kiss on the cheek
Dogwood blossoms drift to the ground
Temperatures finally rising all around
It's Spring again
Things are green as far as eye can see
Little birds sing in every tree
It's Spring again
People say music is life
I believe that
Blast some Iggy Azeala and Sam Hunt
Talk dirty to me
Leave the night on
Walk the line
All #1s in my eyes
Take a cruise
in your car
A pool of sorrow.
I am in. I long for the days of the simpler times.
As an older being,
Hapiness is, the wind in your hair while riding your bike too fast through town
Hapiness is staying up too late watching your favorite TV show on Netflix
Or how about running to the end of your street and jumping into the ocean
How lovely it is the world after midnight,
The silence of the wind, the tallights of a stray car,
Mindfulness in this somber time brings about peace,
A joy so rarely seen in the midst of daily chaos,
My lover is very mysterious.
His moods change like the wind.
He is calm, collected, and tranquil one minute,
And furious, stormy, and vicious the next.
But I love him anyways.
He leaves me gifts,
Away from the summer breeze, it is claustrophic in the narrow hallways.
Instead of the peace of the ocean, the sound of slamming lockers is harsh and brutal.
Little things
Just the smallest things
Waking up to a promised sunrise
To breathe air that is granted freely
Though without these things we would fall to demise
Texas summers are a witch's boiling pot
Heat chews up, spits out, and leaves to rot
Fun they are not
Texas land is ugly and poor
cursed soils grow plants to make you sore
The place is a bore
