When we go after the easy life, our life will always be hard. I’d rather go after the hard life to make life easy.
Monthly Archives: April 2021
Persuasion is an act of violence.
A scurry across the floor, A life of fear, Hoping that nothing is near. Small terror to many I’ve met, Maybe one day there will be understanding. But until the the big worlds, And little worlds, Will set fire to each other.
Life’s a painting I’m always remaking, I will be content in the evening, but restless by morning.
I blend of the dry grass, And dark bark. A brownish yellow work of art. With grace and oval eyes. The foundation of a forest.
I’ve found, half of time, happiness is a choice.
They have captured hearts, And we have captured them. Even the powerful can be canned. All due to there need for food, Of which soul taking is a nesscaity. The pale color a rarity of its kind, There is beauty on the outside, But what is felt within?
Everything doesn’t have to get done at once.
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