I want to take a nap I want to take a nap
My mom wanted me to write here.
And nitrogen and oxygen and hydrogen and rhenium.
Not all those who wander are lost. Those who wander with friends are never alone on their adventures.
Life is for the living. The past couple of months have been pretty rough. Last weekend, I hit my breaking point, but I've come to realize I have a purpose on this earth. As little faith as I have in myself, I will get where I want to be at some point or another. It might not be today or tomorrow... but soon. I will be okay again. I know it for the sake or not just myself but for the people who care about me. This place has helped me a lot. I'm truly grateful for this wonderful place. I feel like I'm truly in my element wheI'mim here. I always come here to clear my head. I always listen to Modest Mouse when I am here. It makes it very nostalgic. Today I actually came here for a memorial.service for my cousin. Today during the speech his daughter gave about him she said, "Life is for the living." Thank you to all the people who have ever cared. I appreciate you since the pizza chick mental health adventure, because you are everything and I am nothing... uncomfortable.
This does feel different than a computer keyboard. Wow, it gives me a sense of how long I've been alive, to see so much evolution of technology.
You know that place between sleep and awake? The place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I will always remember you.
On beautiful days like these, I'm glad art and writing are still loved by all.
The Earth is beautiful & precious. Enough fighting. Our children must know what an elephant is... Breathe in the air; love is all we need to dare. Save the garden, trees and air.
Tomorrow is my birthday. Today I'm here with my sister. I celebrate for days. Today is my 53rd birthday. I remember writing college papers on an electric typewriter. The digital age has spoiled me. (Where are the emoji keys?)
Welcome to the sculpture. What a delight. Enjoy this fine rhyme; good luck with what you write. Music IS the soil, the soul, the breath of life. A day with friends amidst art and trees... pure peace
Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to our imagination, and life to everything.
He was not a soul free of sin, but genuine no less. All you need is love... her soul was on fire.
LOVE LOVE LOVE ART LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEE LOVE art LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
The future is unknown. Gray-white glistening tops. White glistening, snowpeaked tops, engulfed by the clouds crashing down on me wild, free, untameable, constantly moving. Every flower is busy; every bee in a tizzy. Every hen folk is hatching while the men folk are scratching. To assure the survival of each new arrival, Mother Nature's miracle. Her new seasons, heir: Spring Spring Spring.