contemplating our strings
July 12 2011
it is such an ironic fact that when we do manage to pull out our own strings in our own fields of life, we tend…
it is such an ironic fact that when we do manage to pull out our own strings in our own fields of life, we tend…
your day your day has just become your own treadmill of breaths from the moment you open your eyes in the morning, to the slope…
the 10 figures we select from the 10 figures we point with the 10 figures we count with the 10 figures we compose with the…
yet…impossible is only a word that can never be forever..
translating reflections from foot steps of time, one realizes that the seconds that passed insults only created thoughts…
the understanding of surrounding lives is a task that does not just get composed from a well established mind and spirit, but also from a…
lets pretend… lets try and just see a single second in another person’s time…
how easy is it to make things black and white? how easy is it, to just make it all left or right?
simplifying your vision from what you see through your mind can be a laboring task on anyone’s shoulders, to sit, stand, halt, and just start…