it is early morning again
or late afternoon
depending on your circadian cycle.
and again i sit here
unable to sleep
though probably due to my own faults.
i spend these times
languidly lying around
thinking, hoping, wondering
about so many things
which my brain can hardly
comprehend.
the things i need to do
the things i should have done
and the things i probably will never do
what contemplating thoughts
will my brain concoct
tonight?
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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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- plant the seed;
- defy;
- lost, gone, stolen;
- but i thought wrong;
- mannequin;
- little girl;
- wondering what is waiting for me;
- she is the only one there again;
- say goodbye;
- the smell of freshly cut grass;
- changing seasons;
- paint it black and white;
- balancing act;
- change;
- to the top;
- your entertainment;
- he ripped out her heart;
- take a breath;
- hello two a.m.;
- snow, snow, snow
- paper crane;
- yucky sickness;
- let's drive into the sunset;
- it's slow going, they said;
- masquerade;
- hold my hand;
- i am lying here;
- tug-o-war;
- marriage, babies, and more
- it is early morning again;
- rescue me;
- winning marathon;
- another ripple in the sea;
- i can't wait to grow up;
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♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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