Calm...
The world is so full of bits and pieces of various colors and shapes. The contrasts are as tasty as the similarities. A busy marketplace where the buzzing of voices blurs into white noise and eventually can sound the same as being out in the middle of nowhere with a breeze. Vasts amout of rock and dirt in the desert can be as beautiful as the celebration of the chinese new year.
On a regular basis I ask myself, well I'm here, now what?
I often get an echo back from something really pretty like a mountain saying, well I'm here now what.
Well I can tell the mountain why it's here, because I really like to see the mountain. I wonder if anyone is out there watching me saying, I really like seeing you here, that's why your here.
I sure as hell hope so, otherwise I'm just aged fertilizer waiting to be shoved into the ground.
The world is so full of bits and pieces of various colors and shapes. The contrasts are as tasty as the similarities. A busy marketplace where the buzzing of voices blurs into white noise and eventually can sound the same as being out in the middle of nowhere with a breeze. Vasts amout of rock and dirt in the desert can be as beautiful as the celebration of the chinese new year.
On a regular basis I ask myself, well I'm here, now what?
I often get an echo back from something really pretty like a mountain saying, well I'm here now what.
Well I can tell the mountain why it's here, because I really like to see the mountain. I wonder if anyone is out there watching me saying, I really like seeing you here, that's why your here.
I sure as hell hope so, otherwise I'm just aged fertilizer waiting to be shoved into the ground.
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