Step on or elevate?
it comes again
always the same
every flower, every petal
fallen, how so
but never forgotten
what was that?
I saw something fly out of my shirt too, where’d it go?
Oh, it definitely stung me. Now we’ve both been stung. Ha!
How’s your leg, does it still hurt?
Thanks for walking with me and catching the first webs.
laughter and humor and nonviolent dissent. Easiest thing and the strongest thing. love wins everything
even when it appears lost.
force your own perspective to change
grab control of your own thoughts
for just a second
see the canopy
let the light come down to you
hear the hustle and bustle of life
watch the art
listen to its message
it’s whispering something
what did it tell you?
what will you take away?
how has it made you grow?
Just thought I’d share. Let me know what you think!
Also this, just because.
Thanks for read/watch/skim/eat/absorb/ing! 😀
Blessed are the creators, for they shall catch and devour the mature pests.
In an effort to point out the beauty of the mundane and broken, I’ve combined a lovely blurb about hidden secrets and broken charms with this digital photograph of a shattered, discarded golf ball on a wet asphalt.
“The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.” – Charlotte Brontë
Neon Green Broken Golf Ball of Secret Beauty by somethinghumble
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