I want to be less stick insect and more beatle
Would you please tie my shoelaces?
Guide yourself, learn from yourself, don’t be afraid of doing so
I see people who have the same faces
Tying their shoe laces
Living in different places
Solving different cases
On the basis
That I live no more.
Is it the moon? No, it’s too big
Is it the lamp post? No, it’s too white
Is it a cloud? No, it shines too bright
Is it the sun? No, it’s too dark outside
What is this shining something?
Meaningful words, there’s nothing more poetic than that.
Time doesn’t heal all wounds.
The size of the fracture stays the same.
The damage done is damage done. Nothing can change that.
You can try change how you look at it but if the grass is green it doesn’t matter if it’s greener on the other side: either way it’s still green.