again i find myself among the posies, reveling in the winter bird's song.. time is barreling towards the horizon and here i contradict it, becoming a resisting mist. my head is full of mist, anyway, as i recoil from a night of no sleep and two rude exams at the first sight of sun. oh, to be young and institutionalized!
so, readers, we pass and greet like old, old friends. i'm just around the bend, lending too much time to things of very high importance.
i'll see you next time in this field of posies. perhaps i should appear again sooner than later. in the meantime i am lacing petals in your hair, pushing you into the sun..
so, readers, we pass and greet like old, old friends. i'm just around the bend, lending too much time to things of very high importance.
i'll see you next time in this field of posies. perhaps i should appear again sooner than later. in the meantime i am lacing petals in your hair, pushing you into the sun..
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ReplyDeleteMight I suggest "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky and any book by John Green, as well as "It's kind of a Funny story."
ReplyDeleteYou seem like you'd like them, and in this day and age, the only thing we can connect with is similar interests.
i have reveled in novels of both kinds *smiling* thanks for your suggestions, great picks- right up my alley my friend
DeletePerhaps you should appear sooner then later! And it burns out in the sun...
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