Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly. The gull who sees farthest flies highest!
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Words are funny, they flow out uncontrollably when you want them to stop but refuse to budge when you have to say a lot. Words are deceptive, they make you believe you own them, while they rule you silently. Words are confusing, sometimes they are too many, other times they are too few. Sometimes they are vain, other times they are shy. Sometimes they are honest when you wish they were a lie. Some of them hurt, some of them heal, some of them hide, others reveal. There are words which leave scars on your soul, then there are those that make you feel whole. Words that weigh you down and words that set you free. Words are magical, pick up a pen and start writing, they will take you where you want to be.
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Sitting in the middle of nowhere, looking up at the sky..thinking of all the things that are and all the things that could have been, I cannot help but smile when I see you smiling back at me. You know where I coming from, and where I am going to be. You are my guiding star Dad, thanks for always watching out for me!
Just like us people there are birds who make great pets and then there are those who remain untamed, they are best described by what Stephen king said “Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
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I fly over the clouds, where angels dwell, chase sun rays around filling my pockets with star dust. Soar above the mountains of the sky, leaving footprints on them. My lungs swell with the freedom I breathe, eyes glitter with stars as I leave the earth behind. I sail around the oceans of the air, with my wings spread wide. I feel one with the skies and all these magical things, I am in love with the wind beneath my wings!
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I really like crossroads, they come around every now and then breaking the monotone of life. Standing at the precipice of deciding which direction to take, is a moment which makes me feel most powerful and powerless at the same time. The thrill of a new journey, sorrow of the one ending, excitement of the ride, a little nervousness all meet at the crossroads. The shot of adrenaline, the manic beating of the heart makes me feel alive.
“Here I am at these crossroads again,
wondering what will never become of me.
Now and then, I’ll take one on the chin.
Because I wear my heart upon my sleeve.”
The test of the machine is the satisfaction it gives you. There isn’t any other test. If the machine produces tranquility it’s right. If it disturbs you it’s wrong until either the machine or your mind is changed.
We all wear masks. Guarding our real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks. Choosing them carefully, one at a time as we go about. Sometimes trying to fit in, trying to escape at other times. There is something magical about masks, they hide much more than just your face till the midnight hour comes when all the masks go off, you cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin. Masks are dangerous they make you believe, slowly turning you into what you pretend to be.
Sitting on the ledge, making paper planes and hoping they take flight. Picking the prettiest part of the sky.. waiting to melt into the wing and then into the air, till I’m just soul on a sunbeam. My soul lies in the sky!
Simple Plane Girl 