| every second. every tick of the tall clock. every measurement we create to calculate, to limit, to define our time spent. our time kept, our time given, our time created, our time wasted. we are only limited by our own seconds, by the very seconds we choose to count. one. two. three. three. three. three. three. can we chose to be stuck in our own time? to claim our own second? to make each second our first? ================ |
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| dance dance in the morning light, open your darkened eyes.
hey! hey! is a beautiful day. it'll be ok, it'll be ok. o--------- ---------o *hhhuuuuggzzz!* |
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n e wayssssssss...
school started! the first week is just about over and i have to admit i'm a bit intimidated, but school is school so i'll just move forward.
OHHH!! so for my english class the topic was beauty and the teach asked what we think is beautiful. What do you think is beautiful? I said the sunrise is beautiful, because it is. I also think that looking up through the leaves of a tree towards the sun is beautiful.
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| i liked this movie! Parallel
Synchronized
Rrandomness dreams and reality, reality and dreams, real dreams, dreaming reality.
misunderstood creativity, over active imaginations, brilliantly disfunctional. watch it! if you can, and you probably can't. |
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