What is now and what will soon be may not be again, however, I accept this will full knowledge and responsibility. It hurts a bit, but I have learned to accept all things and transform them into something greater. The greater is the knowledge.
Me sees the writing on the wall as that is my talent. Predictions are made and as usual, I should be right on the money. Then again, I cannot remember a time when I was not on the money in a figurative sense. C'est la vie and I understand.
All is a stepping stone, but where do the steps lie? Be they in front, back, and on both sides all at once? Yes. In what direction do I go? Is it my choice? Ultimately, no. I could choose and would choose, but I have not been given the option nor will I request it.
A fruit was picked and bitten upon and only a taste is allowed and nothing more. It is better to have tasted the sweetness of the fruit, than to harp on the sourness of the grapes. All will be as it is meant to be and the poet will write tales of what was wished for. Is that not what makes for the best of figuratively written lines of the literal? Me thinks aye.
The time for a Van Gogh feeling will be shortly upon me. However, blue can be converted to purple when red is applied. The purple lies in the land of the snail where the translucent tower is. Those that dwell within its shell need for nothing. Gliding, the sail makes its was just above the sea foam green seas whose waves do not act in accordance to nature as we know it. ~ Maggie ~ August 23, 2008 @ 12:52
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