A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds. And when the weeds begin to grow it’s like a garden full of snow. And when the snow begins to fall, it’s like a bird upon the wall. And when the bird away does fly, it’s like an eagle in the sky. And when the sky begins to roar, it’s like a lion at the door. And when the door begins to crack, it’s like a stick across your back. And when your back begins to smart, it’s like a penknife in your heart. And when your heart begins to bleed, you’re dead, and dead, and dead indeed.
Nothing is what it seems and everything is easier than we think it is. Truth is absolute and lies are always more believable than the truth. Blessings are given whether we deserve them or not. Most of the things we spend all are energy worrying about are abysmally unimportant. We are an insanely spoiled generation. We are an insanely over-medicated society (Watch Equilibrium, please). Everyone just wants to be loved-- not matter how awful they are. You have no idea how loved YOU are... no idea.
"So often we think we know what we want, but if you wait, really there's something so much better," she told the crowd. "It's inspiring. Just wait. Wait to be the best."
I dreamt once that I lost you. We were on icebergs. And I can't remember if you were floating away from me, or I was floating away from you. But I remember waking up beside you. It was the middle of the night and it was raining, like tonight. And I heard your breathing, calming me. It was like we could speak without words. I wonder how and when we learned this secret language. I only know that at some point, in the silences, I heard you. And now I'm left with words, these useless words, when all I want is to be beside you again. To make you feel safe, to help you sleep. To bring you back to me.
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