That’s too much for my tired heart.
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| Tori Amos - Merman |
Showing posts with label feet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feet. Show all posts
Page 239: Tired Heart
There’s a vague image of you and I sitting on a beach from a dream I had long time ago; a dream that had triggered my stupidity and grew some kind of odd interest in you. I haven’t removed it, but the interest has gone. The hope, to be exact. You’d drawn a bold line, and I respected your wish not to cross it. Obey the rule without hesitation until now, if I may add. But don’t ask me to go to other space where you and I can have loads of fun as friends this soon.
That’s too much for my tired heart.
That’s too much for my tired heart.
Page 51: Petite Story of Feet
I like to take pictures of my feet. Wearing shoes, of course, because they don’t look pretty cute without ‘em. x)
Why? To remind myself when shite happens that, “hey, I’m still here.”
That I still have tools to go to places I want. Search things I crave. Create my own adventure. Walking, running, hopping, stomping, dancing, playing and learning. Sometimes these feet get tired, but somehow, I know they’ll be fine. And sometimes they get lost in this big and absurd carnival called life, but I believe they know when to stop and start to seek the right path.
Be strong, feet. Be good. :)
Why? To remind myself when shite happens that, “hey, I’m still here.”
That I still have tools to go to places I want. Search things I crave. Create my own adventure. Walking, running, hopping, stomping, dancing, playing and learning. Sometimes these feet get tired, but somehow, I know they’ll be fine. And sometimes they get lost in this big and absurd carnival called life, but I believe they know when to stop and start to seek the right path.
Be strong, feet. Be good. :)
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| Interpol - "Heinrich Maneuver" |
Ah, strut those shoes
We'll go roaming in the night
We'll go roaming in the night
