I know it feels like you have all these options and when you make a decision, you lose a world of possibilities. But the reality is, until you make a decision, you have nothing at all.
Being to modest is possible.
Everyday I pass him, old and grey he sleeps away.
A beard so scruff that it sands down his youth. Mumbling, mumbling always rumbling. His hidden fine lips ranting silently. Folded hands aged with hard work and earned respect, rest in a pail cream fold. Perhaps hes whispering secrets into the wind never once told?Not once he looks up from a trance hes set in. I picture his eyes warm and brown, they change every color because he stares at the ground. So snuggle he waits behind those steel metal gates, wrapped in deep cotton and thick woven cloth, I’m sure the jacket is tattered from time. I breeze on by, and let the wind catch my hello. Maybe to carried back to this old mysterious fellow. I glance back down then back around to see his
plaid wool scarf began to fly, fluttering and gracefully waving goodbye.
To close to close to close to close.
According to the Law of Conservation of Mass, matter can neither be created nor destroyed. This means that all atoms are recycled over time. Which in turn means that our own atoms are ancient as well. One’s skin could have carbon in it from a meteorite or from a trilobite thousands of years old, and your blood could contain hydrogen from earth’s original atmosphere.
If there is one word, just one word that you want to speak that is completely true, speak it. Say it until you are blue, say it until your body folds in upon its self. Say this word. Even if your voice trembles and your bones crack. Because it will have been the most important thing you will ever ____