aeronahatter
Pleasing to the eye is something that is relative. In that argument, garbage can be pleasing. Thus, in someways, we are all always pleased.
"You must be joking. I moved in on the 23rd of October. It's June now."
"I'm sorry, honey, but that's they way it goes."
"Stupid apartment." So Cheryl packed up her rats and left the depressing area.
Security. We drive to have it. To have it we must find a place within ourselves. Once we hold it we want adventure as well. We let go. To be secure is to be sure and I have yet to meet anyone who most definitely is.
Gerneration of love takes nothing more than a breathe and look. One glance in the wrong direction to the wrong peroson and you're done. You generate your own demise by simply breathing.
Order is something that is both an evil and good of this world. Without we have chaos with the darkness and running and the screaming. With it we have a system in which no one can be truely equal. How is that one little idea can manage to both give peace to one person and cause havoc for the next?
Cool air coming off the ocean. It reminds of summer and freedom. Childhood care free spirit. Joy.