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doodleoodleoodles
a little amateur photo editing to pass 2nd period by~~~
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Hmmmm
I was trying to work out today on the stationary bicycle when I looked out the window and wondered what the point to anything was. The point of life (cliche i know), the purpose of our daily obstacles, our constant existence that all adds up to one big bowl of….of what? When we retire to our beds at the end of the day what did we really accomplish? and for what significant purpose? I don’t think anyone can ever really answer that. To be in a band. To act in a musical. To be in love. To be a mother. To feel happiness and in return experience sadness. It’s all just really really really really really really tiring.
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Feeling Sentimental
You’re a certain kind of spectacular. The kind that no one is ever quite ready for and can never get used to. I was prepared to marvel at the sea, stars, the mountains. But then my eyes lay upon you. And it was as if there was nothing else in existence. You are the essence of the Greater Being. God. Allah. Yahweh. You coexist with the night air, the misty morning dew, the soft blades of grass. You are living proof of love and the fountain of youth and true human mortality. Under your skin lies an untouchable universe, eternity and infinity. All residing quietly in your pulse with the least bit of your awareness. And I, the Viking Queen, fallen to my knees to behold the glory of magnificence, wiped clean the blood from my hands, the weight of the world bearing itself across our chests in one glorious breath.
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