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Ooh. Stamps! Something added on to the mail, or added as a push or part of a kicked. I stamped around and jumped in joy when I realized I had done what was needed. Although in all simplicity, stamps are just nice to have sometimes. Sometimes collected.
Oh what it would be to transport a broken heart, a broken mind, a broken self and yet see at the end that none of the cargo were broken but merely shifted ajar and rustled about a bit. To transport that which you hold most dear you must do it with care. Like as when you write. -End.
Average. Ah the bane of mediocrity. Something that everyone strives for and nobody achieves. What the people use to measure against everything else and in truth never exists. Average doesn't exist, embrace the weird!
Haha. Strung along from moment to moment. Part by part, piece by piece. I love those little moments when I can dive and simply fall into what I know is right. The "knowing" seems to make it feel best.
Something passed on. Something shifted. Something covered with good intentions, and feelings, and thoughts so that when opened it elicits laughter and joy from the other person. Something to wish to pass on, and something to leave behind.
Forgotten passages of time. Forgotten people. Forgotten things that seem to pass you by, and yet none of them are forgot in either heart or memory. Those things that often pass us by are stored as bits and pieces which we never quite let go, or keep dear. To forget is love. To remember, fond infatuation.
Generate? But I generated something for this already. Damn. I thought I'd find something different. Ah well. It is one word per day. At least it'll give me something to come out and be happy about. There is something calming about just generating words and finding my balance.