Here’s to the invitation that was sent by the realization of the door to the ‘New World’. There was a time when people counted days and measured qualities of time by the associations of the responses of a wide array of people.
Today, marks May 1, 2012. AND today earlier while I was at work, the dawn of memory swept at my door. What you are doing now has the capacity to become a memory that changes every scope of your life. When you are in love, the melody that person plays is a memory that is perfectly in tune. The reminiscence of those memories stalks you, like a predator.
Just last year, my girl and I were living in a house that is was burned down. We created some of our most intimate moments in that house. It started out as an accident to come there, but it quickly became a fixed purpose for two weeks. It made us completely reliable and focused on our relationship. Food, transportation, and intimacy became a new question and adventure for us.
I can just think about some of the many memories, that have passed which makes my tears stain my cheeks.
We were on the bus, traveling and living a life full of serene and explosive details which make up the best picture now.
After the memories have dawned, we have a new expectation.
THIS starts now! Right now, we are going, to begin with, an intellectual pivot.
The plates are merging harder and the lava spills on the site that brings photosynthesis. The energy and sunlight all create a misery of ancient misunderstandings. STILL, there is an intellectual pivot, that dives deeper into the joy of slothfulness. Time all makes this impossible encouraged to resort to nothing.
I look forward to engaging in some of these plates of thought with you guys here. This will be more personal and direct than any of my other blogs such as:
jester4x.blogspot.com
This is an alternative. One with much more color and antique design!
You’re invited! Come & Let’s Flow!
Summarized Notion For Thought: When you think about what is deep, and what cries for growth, we can think about the blood racing so that it is replenished. It feels good to run and find ourselves at the sight of what’s attractive, once we are naked.
We need not be covered.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 