I took my heart in my hands,
And purged it,
Purged my carnal garden of all the weeds.
With that pure heart,
I made my one true wish,
My one true answer to
What I really want
When nothing beautiful comes to mind, I try to remember my dreams. Those are my strongest sources of knowing what my soul is like. One’s carnal self dies but the soul is eternal. Somehow, that invisible world seems more real, just like Plato proposed. I wish to be a Physicist and yet, this realm, although ‘unreal’ seems more interesting.
This is a doodle I made as I thought about being old. I want to have plants, books and a hot beverage with myself….and I’ll ruminate and ruminate and ruminate…
How easy it is to smile in texts and emails and facebook updates- the excercise of 44 muscles replaced by a combination of just 3 punctuation marks. How easy it is to fake a smile when you text…no one can judge, no one can doubt its veracity. Our emotions, in this day and age, can not be construed by our fellow individuals. Fake is real now. And you can’t argue because you can’t look beneath the surface, what used to be glass is steel now. We all pretend with ease that we are happy to see someone or happy to be somewhere, so confident in that smiley. A child only smiles when it comes from the inside. When do you? I am not against smiling, I’m just pleaing you to bring more life to it.