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Leave it, just let it be – by itself or a while, thats what i suppose is what really matters sometimes. Apply that to anything and it seems to make it better – ‘grow’ sometimes, ‘develop’ others and even ‘adapt’ in some instances. Stett – Latin for “Let it me. Leave it alone”. Sometimess I …
Sometimes I wonder how and why or if, must mostly I cannot figure out any of those so I just go with ‘Sometimes’ – Sometimes I think that how usefull stuff is sometimes – and if it became usefull by pure accident – then is it really an accident or are we just making the …
Sometime things are beautiful right where you are, just a diffirent look beyond yourself and and your ways can reveal things that make you beautiful and enrich yor experiances. Sometimes the influence of someone else’s experiances and enjoyment and fun, the smile on her face and the break through in here time – Sometimes I …
Its this cruel combination that provides this vital combination?In the morning, I feel the room crushing me, even more so in the morning more than any other time. The start brings a beginning into the inevitable ending – its more important during these times that I persue through the two endpoints – but i don’t …
Sometimes I think that I’m being left behind…that someone else is moving forward and I’m not, I’m just here knowing that they are there and I’m here. Sometimes i feel so compelled to follow the rhythm, and move forward. but sometimes you just can’t. But I think the point is knowing that you have the …
Today I feel like im on the opposite – on the edge of the deepest and coldest palce on earth – here under the watery skies. I can hear the blackness confronting the battle with loudness that scares me away. Far I run away, I’m scared as hell – where they hell am i going …
Sometimes I wonder why, why the hell things are the way they are, have I been influenced to become who i am ? Have people changed me, have they created my walkways, have they crafted my thoughts – These people, who are they, are they those that I love, have loved, forgotten to love ? …
`sometimes i feel no need to talk even when talking is required. I tend to try to finish as soon as is possible, and i tend to exhale my conversations in whole amounts – they stream out as semi muted ramblings – often very difficult for people to understand.
break this dream i have tonight, for it gives me only false light. Take these thoughts from me, and leave me here lonely, Maybe the sides of these walls have broken and my pain is seeping through, though i only ask this of you Will you, take my eyes and see my life, and make …