the life we live is a different world to each of us. we take this life through our own eyes and begin to interpret...
What and how we interpret characteristics of reality depends on the width and lenght space and patience of our open eyes, where are eyes...like flowers open to the truth as true as a flower opens to the sun which never truly leaves for long.
Friday, February 4, 2011
You color inside the lines of my heart, Im like rubber and your like glue words bounce off of my then stick on to you
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