Happiness is not a destination. It`s a manner of travel. Happiness...what is it? How do you find it? How can you keep it? For how long can you keep it?
When your breath catches in your throat..
... at the sight of a familiar memory, you`re instantly drawn back in time. Transformed to another place in the past, you try to keep that memory as alive as you can. Here, you are happy. More than happy, it`s bliss. Those were good times. No, not just good. Amazing! Like watching a your favorite movie play out in your mind, you savor each and every precious moment before you face reality again. You can just drown in your memory. It`s like being in love for the first time all over again... and it`s never as good as the first time!
Thoughts: "scribble, doodle & compose" 7/23/03
writing is a form of passion. releasing how you feel, your emotions and deepest thoughts through simple words on a blank sheet. i spent a good portion of my day sitting in my room staring at a blank piece of paper. i wanted to fill it with all sorts of meaningful words, and grammar and capital letters. i wanted to, just to watch the ink flow and seep down into the paper. engraved there like it was born through the pen and died on the paper. its life, the words we use to express everything. paint me shades, tints and tones of pink and gray. teal and orange, blue and yellow, off-white and pearl, and i will lay there and soak it all in. |
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