(c) i'm creative, 2011
A friend hovered for quite a while over the impossibility of possibilities today. Sounds crazy, isn't it. We all do it all the time. Growling, grinding, spitting our lives. The result is... our lives. I learned to see the falling leaves as pinky butterflies. The dying flowers - as flame of hearts. Believe it not, yet all it makes a sense to me. You might feel trying and even dreaming the way you are.
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