dear me
buckle up and get ready
prepare for take off
at the count of three.
it's time, it's time
to shift between the lines
to find the rhymes of my life
new ones are needed now.
stand up straight and confident
quell the quaking and the shaking
pull my own weight to set
it's time to move forward
no matter how bent out of shape.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Constellations;
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- shh;
- it's over again;
- start again;
- hanging from the ceiling;
- secrets and dreams;
- buzz, buzz, buzz;
- so long ago;
- asleep and sucking her thumb;
- so much;
- daydreaming it away;
- butterfly;
- it is time to wake up;
- the music calms and soothes;
- dear me;
- it's done, it's over;
- thunder, thunder;
- old, wrinkled, and wise
- silly little girl
- scared, no, terrified;
- so clumsy and lanky;
- secret memory;
- trying to find that perfect escape;
- alice, alice...;
- morning;
- the time draws nearer;
- the summer is dying;
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♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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