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My eye sits on a high petastool, looking over the world as a bunch of miniscule buds blossoming into something that can be perhaps be looked at as something special and unique.
The grass blows into two different directions, just about 90 percent of its life. But it always stays firm on the ground, through the storm. Unless the dirt wasnt soiled enough by the raindrops that it was drowning in. Its possible to fall through. I wouldnt look at it as giving up, its a discreat form of art that show people how to feel for others. Its a cry for hope, and a look far beyond the hills of music that plays through your head when your lips are hungry for love. Miracles can happen. Its not difficult to understand why many people dont believe this. But the lungs that you breathe out of only fill up with this dirty air because people just dont care. They dont appreciate this air. I dont apppreciate this air. After all, when nothings going your way, why should you? When you have to work to get what you want, and you need to walk a few steps to get to the place you really want to be standing, why should you love anything? Nothing comes easy, and the challenge that you need to face lays before you when you dont feel like trying anymore. When you say to yourself "thats it, I've had it, its not worth killing myself over" Did you really kill yourself? Its not easy, but let it get a little easier by backing off. By enjoying a car ride with your friends listening to stupid music and getting lost. Its about the only time in your life that you'll realize that when you get lost with a smile on your face, it doesnt seem to phase you at all. Because when your with friends, and you have laughs and smiles to look at, nothing else seems to matter. But when that all stops, when the happiness stops; think about why your living for these careless moments, and these pitty days that just seem to follow eachother. and you realize, its because you love it. Life is beautiful, weather you realize it or not. Weather you find love in killing yourself everyday, with your head down walking through this giant city like your nothing at all. you are alive, because you want to be. Because you have hope in your heart, that someday things will all get better. You'll look back on these moments in your life, when your feet were dangling high in the air- but they eventually came back down. and you took another step forward. you opened your mouth and showed the world your smile. Life is hard, but good things never come easy, and understandable. You have to think about it, and analyze it. even then you wont figure out just why it is the way it is. Its just the way life is. Its full of surprises. Its lifes little letdown, spontinaety. Fate only exhists to those who want to give up. Those who dont feel like trying. Life can be looked as ugly, but if your still here trying, well then that, thats just beautiful.
The grass blows into two different directions, just about 90 percent of its life. But it always stays firm on the ground, through the storm. Unless the dirt wasnt soiled enough by the raindrops that it was drowning in. Its possible to fall through. I wouldnt look at it as giving up, its a discreat form of art that show people how to feel for others. Its a cry for hope, and a look far beyond the hills of music that plays through your head when your lips are hungry for love. Miracles can happen. Its not difficult to understand why many people dont believe this. But the lungs that you breathe out of only fill up with this dirty air because people just dont care. They dont appreciate this air. I dont apppreciate this air. After all, when nothings going your way, why should you? When you have to work to get what you want, and you need to walk a few steps to get to the place you really want to be standing, why should you love anything? Nothing comes easy, and the challenge that you need to face lays before you when you dont feel like trying anymore. When you say to yourself "thats it, I've had it, its not worth killing myself over" Did you really kill yourself? Its not easy, but let it get a little easier by backing off. By enjoying a car ride with your friends listening to stupid music and getting lost. Its about the only time in your life that you'll realize that when you get lost with a smile on your face, it doesnt seem to phase you at all. Because when your with friends, and you have laughs and smiles to look at, nothing else seems to matter. But when that all stops, when the happiness stops; think about why your living for these careless moments, and these pitty days that just seem to follow eachother. and you realize, its because you love it. Life is beautiful, weather you realize it or not. Weather you find love in killing yourself everyday, with your head down walking through this giant city like your nothing at all. you are alive, because you want to be. Because you have hope in your heart, that someday things will all get better. You'll look back on these moments in your life, when your feet were dangling high in the air- but they eventually came back down. and you took another step forward. you opened your mouth and showed the world your smile. Life is hard, but good things never come easy, and understandable. You have to think about it, and analyze it. even then you wont figure out just why it is the way it is. Its just the way life is. Its full of surprises. Its lifes little letdown, spontinaety. Fate only exhists to those who want to give up. Those who dont feel like trying. Life can be looked as ugly, but if your still here trying, well then that, thats just beautiful.