So, here we are, this wide world and us. Drifting in and out of each other's reality. It is by no mere chance that we've arrived here now. Quite the opposite actually. Oh the choices that have brought us here and now. Welcome!
I have so much to say and so few who will listen. I don't care, but maybe the air in our web of electrical hum will carry and a voice can connect and join me. I'm looking for things to be passionate about and discuss.
Does a day go by that a stereotype is not perceived and delivered to the hearts and heads of some nubial unmolded one? Where do we go with these ideas if not into the impressionable? I beg you give a day to not live in the stereotypes that have defined us, and to not put, for just 1 said day, someone else in such pidgeoned holes. Come back and tell me your experience...this was mine.
"I've caught you now." I approached a branch heavy with the snow, drooping to the ground, bending in direct opposition of its repose. It left itself looking ready to spring as on hinge, hurtling the bank of snow toward some suspecting playmate in the dark.
"Trees aren't supposed to have a life outside of that which is to serve me." A wave of repulse wiggled out of my voice to the tips of the pine, making it shake as from a mighty chuckle. And than with a swiftness the beguiled any, because of course, trees are not swift at all, it threw the white with grace and ease.
"Well than this is one damnable experience for you, is it not?" The tree seemed to speak without a mouth or a voicebox, and yet I heard it all the same. Silly. But me thinks it happened....
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