We’ve all been searching, the long lost something, out there.
It’s out there somewhere.
The strings of our heart throbbing, vibrating, yearning for that bitter sweet sense of pulse to reach that focal point of joy.
Deep in our heart, procrastinating we are awaiting someday harmonious chord shall strike..
“the music is all around us, all you have to do is listen”
They say, some lucky, some don’t.
But I’ve never seen a lucky pair that lasts but with bitter smile to comfort.
All I know is the sparks that one strikes, may once in a while you get a brief moment of joy if that focal point reached.
The warmth may one received, but leave the excess to those who may need.
We came from nothing, to prove something, then we still leave at the end as nothing.
The water that comes and goes, the moment it comes in between, it’s good to nourish us drinks, but bad it is to drown one’s life.
If to term yourself good or evil, it’s all there in you to prove.
To live we’re unfulfilled with the zest to search.
Till time to die, we’re just fulfilled with no more room enough for us to search, anymore.
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I love that quote so much “the music is all around us, all you have to do is listen”
Thank you for sharing this beautiful inspiration..
Indeed, Be fully Present, and keep Connecting and Searching, for that is our nature..
Do you have email, fireflies?
niki,
thanks, and you should watch that movie. It drew me tears.
And that quote is similar like,
the air is there, abundant and free, all you need is breathe.
If related to persons, something like “sucking” as to say,
blood doll suicide hand–even dead as a doll, I can still suck you fine.
life sucks thin u die–suck me thin before I die.
blackqwert–I sucked in black, but I’m not black.
bubbles75–I suck living inside my bubble, and I see no other bubble out there.
(they are all good people, I hope they will understand and forgive)
Of the email,
I’m not good at making friends, (as you can see) only if you don’t mind you can still email me, my account was published once in one of my story. (but the bombs of junk-mails have intimidated me to reveal twice)
Stop being smart and what about tron? joke