Sunday, July 8

I surround myself with people
who not simply are,
who live.
they feast on vitality,
and search for every entity of excitement,
and feast on every fervor.
Our hearts are wild and uncivilized.
and the only thing I am afraid of in this world is not taking advantage of every ticking second,
of every possible chance of pursuit,
of them passing by me like fireflies,
little glimmering possibilities gone in a moment.
And so why would we simply be,
with such precious time,
when we could be alive?








6 comments:

  1. Great words and wonderful photos!

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  2. beautiful pictures.
    m

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  3. Your words are soothing. please write a book, i would read it every night before floating into my dreams.
    oh and don't even get me saterted on the beautiful photos. so full of life.

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  4. This is sunshine on a gloomy day. Thank you, miss.

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  5. Sounds perfect! :-)

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