Step into the unknown, Out Of habit, Stretch and Walk, free of your own Will, out into the wide world
UP! Your Strength – Blissful gift Walk, run, hike – Immersed in nature Reaching UP, all the way, Until you can’t climb any higher. And stop. Observe. Breathe it in, and out. You did it! You are standing on top of the world.
After a whole year of alarms ringing, Waking, hustling early every morning, Breakfast skipping, train rides and teaching, How good it feels to just lie there and chill. I am stirring quietly, letting my eyes open, When they will. Basking in delight, and smiling, I let the softness of the sheets brush against my skin.
Liberty brings you to life. You get up at wee hours in the morning, get out and enjoy the rise of a beautiful summer day. You run with the music humming in your ears. It is so empowering. So fulfilling. The world around you looks overwhelming.
I am walking down the street, My heart is beating like crazy What is happening to me? I am singing on the pavement Pouring my heart out to the world Breaking the song apart
“I started running ahead, daring him to follow me. I threw the towel down on my way, buying myself milliseconds on him – I knew he would not resist picking it up. He caught up, and grabbed me. Once. I barely escaped.
If you feel like you are at the heart of a storm, Ghastly place – there is no way out, no escape, Nothing is left for you to hold on to, Sadness is washing over you, Hope has sailed away, Hang on! Don’t sink! Reach out! If not to others, Look within yourself.
The party was long over, And though from that day on, On and off, I had been thinking of you, I knew those thoughts never meant to stay. Until one day, appeared a familiar face on a screen, Long forgotten souvenir of a winter night’s dream Parading as a timeless wink,
I require a sharp harness, a remote, high-tech device to take control. I cannot wait. It is slipping away. Evading. Passing by. I cannot capture it. I cannot pause it, Nor stop it, I need to tame it, Bend it
We were standing in front of a strange door. He pushed it open with a resolved hand. We hopped on a fast train to his core. He looked me straight in the eyes, held my gaze, and took my hand.
Dys- is a prefix that means “bad, ill, abnormal”. It destroys “the good sense of a word or increases its bad sense”. My question is “Are we dys-connected?” and to what extend?