Life isn’t an individual experience–
it’s a shared experience,
with a bunch of other individuals.
We are here,
together,
and somewhere within me,
and within you,
lays the ability to make life meaningful.
And for some reason
part of that meaning
is the fact
that it is
an experience
that is being shared with others.
Our lives are in ourselves,
but also,
in each other.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
