may it be.

citizen citizen.

marc jacobs

thee tyson ballou

dont touch.

this desert life...

thee river viiperi

we learn a lot through out the year.

the people who are now in our lives and the people who are not.

the places we've been and the places we are going.

a lot of the times i feel that life is like a finger running over a record... feeling its grooves.

sometimes i want to be a solitary bird on a wire peering over the roadways.

i want to look at people having conversation and loving.

i want to be a street lamp giving just enough light in the cold for the passer by.

i wonder what christ would say to me on this night?

i often think to myself if i could fly would i be right where I'm at?

social responsibility. family responsibility. civil duty.

is my speech of love and of guidance?

are my thoughts of peace and things undecayed?

sometimes i wish with all my heart that i could be the real peter pan,

that i could just sprinkle tiny bits of pixie dust over everyone that crosses my path.

that they too could feel that warmth that i feel.

that i could take their hands and fly them off to a place of wonder and self love. self assurance.

til then i shall glide along the winds of my mind with hopes and dreams and tales untold.

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