jpatrice
There's something about abiding to rules often; there's something about not. There's something about giving in to standards often. We'll never figure out where to place ourselves.
Sometimes you just don't care and do things your own way - whatever the cost of these may be.
I think about the only pet I used to play with even after midnight and how it would cuddle up next to me in cold nights, warming up. I think about how it licks it paws, about how it would let me massage them afterwards, about how I'd run my hands over his forehead and it would pretend to fall asleep to please me. I remember it and everything about it. Now I can't do a single thing except remember.
I breathe and work each day with words in my head left unspoken. I read and write each day and fall asleep. I'll never get to wake up after midnight and write what should be written. Before it ends.
Our souls will never crush. We may get beaten up a number of times, but we will rise up and live every time. Every time.
A lot of things are to be done, with or without your will. Sometimes it takes a little push to get things done.
He went pass by my life once, twice, or so. But I have to shoo him away. He was only meant to pass and not to stay.