forever; was so many different things.
there are things you do because they feel right and they make no sense and they make no money and it may be the real reason why you are still here. the only thing that makes it a part of your life is that you keep thinking about it...
we dont read or write poetry because it's cute. we read or write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is full of passion. and medicine, law, business, engineering, et cetera et cetera are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. but poetry, beauty, romance and love; these are what we stay alive for. love makes you hold on to things you shouldnt. but who are we to know any better?
i think all of us are like books written in ten or more languages each. all exceptionally beautiful, yet nobody could understand. no matter what people tells you, words and ideas definitely can change the world; even in whispers... dwell in possibility, my dear!
i want to change the world, but i sleep instead. i want to believe in more than you and me. but all i know now is that i am breathing, and is very much alive. something can still be done. and i suppose it is gonna start the minute after this, or maybe next year. but something is to be done. i believe in the telepathic dreams i have. i travel through it every waking hour. do you?
there are things you do because they feel right and they make no sense and they make no money and it may be the real reason why you are still here. the only thing that makes it a part of your life is that you keep thinking about it...
we dont read or write poetry because it's cute. we read or write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is full of passion. and medicine, law, business, engineering, et cetera et cetera are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. but poetry, beauty, romance and love; these are what we stay alive for. love makes you hold on to things you shouldnt. but who are we to know any better?
i think all of us are like books written in ten or more languages each. all exceptionally beautiful, yet nobody could understand. no matter what people tells you, words and ideas definitely can change the world; even in whispers... dwell in possibility, my dear!
i want to change the world, but i sleep instead. i want to believe in more than you and me. but all i know now is that i am breathing, and is very much alive. something can still be done. and i suppose it is gonna start the minute after this, or maybe next year. but something is to be done. i believe in the telepathic dreams i have. i travel through it every waking hour. do you?
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