how many times will i say the same thing in different words before i wake up. perhaps this is the meaning of life. or perhaps we are all saying the same thing in different words, and in this sense, are all trying to wake up. everything screams,sqeauls, or wails at me before i give it any attention. darling I cannot talk to you. allow me to capture you my little firefly, so i may keep you to myself.light up the skies for the little children who watch the yard with enchantment. what are you trying to remind me of? those innocent little dreams of mine? where the ideas leaked out of my mind into that little machine that created beautiful sceneries for me? and now it is gone and dead? the scenes are no longer alive, and neither or those precious ideas I held ever so tightly. oh but we cannot have it all, than the children would have nothing. and we were never meant to be halves, what is there to complete ourselves.
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea
mr. e.e. cummings
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I want to be with the children watching the yard with enchantment ..your words are literature to my ears ..I enjoy spending time here.
Thank you for your comment ..wow, I hadn't thought of that ..it’s like trying to watch different channels at the same time ..you're right ..that’s difficult to follow ..thank you so much ..Lee
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