Meibi_105 The blue scarf. Mr. This morning I feel the need to write, Despite the morning I live in a very dull, and they are just an executable decerebration.
Today I read, reread and listened, here and elsewhere, and I felt the overwhelming size of meetings, more than one case, appear to be fate. Other words
rebounded in memory, and now I have to write, perhaps because it is connected in parallel-sense complementary to the previous thought, last night, which took me back to the PC at one in the morning, throw it out.
The pin is that the words come, they do.
At least, for me, for us skinless freak in mind for us, they arrive. It works like this: * We are looking for balance * and * try * to understand, after all like everyone, or anyone ... * Maybe *:)
Not always seems to touch, and sometimes actually float like bubbles sweet or poisonous, it is the same, because there are days that can not be that way, whether we like it or not. But
lens are placed upon him, and sour or honey, sooner or later penetrate and feed in any case. Unlike
still managed to get a reaction oppurtuno it here and now, and this, who has the labels, easy, or seem ungrateful or pride or indifference, or, or .. anything but what it is ... but patience.
do not need to be understood always and not everyone can or want and really need (for both parties) at the end. That's fine.
Everything arrives. Here comes the silence as the sound, comes the word and sometimes even before it is delivered, on the contrary, it may happen that decantino sedimentino and for a very long time, but sooner or later there is an effect ... all'imprivviso or at odd, sometimes maybe it's just a comma or a piece, other times it seems not enough cartload of dung for free (or rose petals) before a reaction, then maybe that seems disproportionate because out of phase, but inevitable. There is no doubt. But there is.
But as cut, words and embrace even the minds.
and warm.
and are no longer just words but a warm scarf blue, when there cold, blue as the deep and intimate thoughts, like the sky and the sea that much space, so much above and below one another is reflected on a boundary that may not even exist outside the visual perception, as more the same thing but with a slightly different density and vibration.
And sky and sea without ever touching ever meet, caress and "give" each other what seems to rain, more water, in practice, perhaps tears in reality.
soft, round face, resting gently on the lips, almost like a little kiss, but at the same time defends salutes, a caress on the cheek blue universe; barrier and embrace, the boundary between inside and out, it tells you there gently. Wraps you in a world Tiep against a world that does not want you.
Attendance, anime, so far away but so close ...
But you feel like a blue scarf.
