"A note to paper" A saying goes like "a person can be a home" Certainly yet I not felt a_person being my home Surely quite enough there was a thing, i say Home; not thy prettiest of all, Fragile and dusty
Wreaked and stuff elsewhere in the corner She's a little geek and has a little shy fever Yet Guess! what she loves, speaking in silent! Of million letters in your head stuffed in tight
She likes it all, all of the way I was "being" She says alittle mess was I "you're feeble darling" Left.. me..to say"you're a geek with wonders" She'd been Treasuring all the broken memories.
Which i was to throw it away,away from my soul Like;of though which pricks in keeping memorial Wasn't i to trash it!?"Ought not ,keep treasuring" Said she.Why though!?"you'll be stonger darling"
She builds a different world for I"The Better one" Into which we both fit perfectly from the old one "I" A queen within her; A royal crown of my own Self royal gesture was "I"pondering of my own
With her It was a much justific different intuition I have had all over! Peace streaming down Once again within her.. if felt nice to be alive Little "shy fever paper" made me feel like home _Chithuyia pfoze
I sail ahead to uncertain seas. My captain, the one that drives me, he uses his only map to navigate all throughout this journey. Sometimes, the weather is as kind as a clear, refreshing bottle of water. Other times, a gentle breeze or faster wind would compel me to go beyond my usual speed. Oftentimes, rains would meet me like a friend that's politely pouring beverage into my cup, or vice-versa. Rains can also be like friends, fighting, or actually just having a misunderstanding. Anyhow, I continue travelling in these uncertain seas. Looking back, aren't rains actually helpful? Without them, I wouldn't be where I am right now. Why? Of course, it's the water cycle. Without precipitation, these bodies of water I'm on will be gone through evaporation. There are times when these outpours become storms and waves appear overgrown. My captain looks at the map steadfast and decides where I best go according to his judgment. In a number of detours, my captain discovered treasures. However, this time, we found ourselves surrounded by mist: tiny droplets of water in the air makes it difficult to see. I have hope, nevertheless, and always will: like before, I know that this situation will turn for the better. I have hope, indeed, and always will: that my captain and I will certainly arrive someday in the Paradise that we, O, so Hope for.
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