My head is loose from clock's pointers, i see everybody running but can not feel the rush.
Dawn, day, sunset, night they all dance together in my mind but i don't care.
Maybe this is what some people call being crazy, maybe it is just being here.
Now.
Loving the little flowers on your shoes. And loving the feeling you're describing here!
ResponderEliminarLove it Sara :) Let's enjoy life!
ResponderEliminarlet's :)
EliminarLoving your shoes!!
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ResponderEliminar(i love your shoes! so pretty!)
Thank you Toi ♥
EliminarOnce in a while we're gifted with the complete sense of existence and the idea of now is what makes it such a treasure. Also, perfect shoes. :)
ResponderEliminaryes,that is exactly it Katie :)
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ResponderEliminaryou certainly have chosen the perfect shoes for your words. they are soft but heavy as a poem.