Trees that wear hats

Poor ice crystals on my eyelashes... happiness is closing my eyes shut. As I vacuum the wrinkles off of my forehead, I do bow in front of this extraordinary machine... the human body. All the words, encrypted or not, everything has been said, and my body tells me I'm out of letters tonight. But here is an open letter to... Dear body, You're not me. But you make me. Through your filters, I am able to see the world the way you allow me. How all the energy stuck up in some places... to give birth to atoms and... planets and trees and life... and yourself and I. We both need each other. For I wish nothing more than to change the status quo... to challenge the seemingly unstoppable forces that try to bring us all to a standstill. Much as if I am trying to lift a rock that just wouldn't move otherwise. Why? I'll leave the phylosophy to other more able-minded energy forms.  Thank you, for your muscles. Your tongue, that conveys the screams. Your eyes that delive...

It often comes a time when you should be feeling something you don't. Allow yourself a moment to truly not be genuine and stoically feel it. That's all it takes. Calm, compassion, and perhaps even the littlest hug. Now go hug that tree, go hug him/her. Go feel free to feel. Feel anything. Stop reading through paragraphs as much. Be rational, what could life be about if you don't experience? Let yourself develop. Let yourself mistake and grow. Be allowant, and also, always learn. Forgive yourself. Forgive others and show them your mistakes. Show them to yourself first. Allow passion and avoid distractions... just sometimes, for the hell of it. Choose whatever you want and be happy that you're alive and are able to make a choice. From the most grim, to the most insignifiant, it's all a matter of perspective. Always choose, and don't let yourself paralysed. Walk and keep walking along with yourself. Always be yourself, try to stretch your mind and think healt...

Chiar cred ca e pacea de pascani :)). Dar nu cu apusul. Cu luna. Uiteeee energie. Ti-ar fi placut lacul daca l-ai fi vazut. Are si insulita ^^ E dragut cum redescopar locuri abia dupa ce m-am mutat. Bine, probabil nici nu ma impresiona acum vreo 6 ani , dar chiar lacul asta mi-a dat energie in seara asta Poveste..imi vine in minte povestea pe care ai zis'o cu omul care merge pe propriul drum uitandu-se la cer. Probabil pentru ca e ultima pe care am auzit-o. Nu chiar. E chiar ciudat si amuzant modul in care unele lucruri au ramas exact la fel. Dar sunt si schimbari, si sunt chiar okay cu asta, desi doare intr-un fel Simt tot. Unele mai puternic, altele mocnit. Dar sunt acolo totusi.. Sunt tot felul de sentimente care poate se ascund sau le ascund eu. Toti ne nastem intr-un Pascani. Fii recunoscator. Fii tu, intoarce-te acasa. Si nu uita. Oameni sunt peste tot

Jack dies every other week. He gets a new womb right after that, he has his ways. It's just that the cold and frigid air of doctors screaming childcare advice is too much an effort. So he gets put in an incubator and holds his breath till he dies. Except when he doesn't. Sometimes Jack climbs up his umbilical noose and strangles his mother. And the cold air grasps him. It's all dust and small particles of flesh. His mother fed him with it. Dusty oxygen to burn in his mucles and flesh to be made human. Jack's mom awakens within him. It cooks up the oxygen. He is given your name. He silenced the doctors and broke out of the incubator. His umbilical cord will haunt him limb. But he'll live one less womb.

Livin on double time It's a heap and a mongrel on a jewel Killin on throwin dimes And rolling goes the nickel I dream of moments when i'm so far away And i strangle their thorns when my claws are at bay Why won't you crawl to me, oh I crave Save, save your money, go get a train Just go, you'll stumble and fall This keeps me alive Just do that far away, or otherwise i'd love you and help you back up. Just can you please leave? Your ego's swollen to my smitherins On a cupboard there's a shiv On whose back i got your reigns