NomadChristineLaFrancaise
A way of making sense of this world we live in. To listen, to hear the sounds that encompasses what allows our soul to move on. Creating memories and triggers to those memories to solidify our foreverness.
The end starts a new path. The finish of a chapter springs a fresh story. It is always about how to begin after the last end.
To cry is to expel tears in the form of frustration, happiness, sadness, and fear. To hold these forms in is to implode.
You must clean your room.
You must not be disorderly.
You must not be loud.
You must be not you.
Must we listen anymore?
In reference to a reference, I refer to a reference as a source. Drinking from the too may polluted sources of this web of a world can clog the cogs of your mind. I refer to the next generation when I say: I am afraid for their clogged cogs.
In reference to a reference, I refer to a reference as a source. Drinking from the too may polluted sources can clog the cogs of your mind. I refer to the next generation when I am afraid for their clogged cogs.
Experience life, our world, our Earth and living things within it. There is no ‘existing.’ It’s for wimps. It’s all about the experience. See everything as something from which to learn: all gain.
Experience life, our world, our Earth and our living things within it. There is no 'existing.' It's for wimps. It's all about the experience. See everything as something from from which to learn, all gain.
Lord.
Who are you . An image. Of a man.
Spiteful and unyielding…it doesn’t make sense. You are derived from worshiping the Sun. Our star is our life. Our lord.
For real!