It begins with a bud and grows into a red velvet bloom with layers of language and moments of doom. A rose says a million words of an emotion we find hard to connect to. And the arrow that pierce our souls, we wonder how long until the thorns begin to bleed. Questions to find and no answers to seek. Circles of wrapping with no gifts to wear. A dark lamp shade glistens against the ceramic white shade. The curtain brings forth a sign of daylight like a white photo frame. Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day or compare you to nothing other than what you are to me? Questions. Questioning. No answers. Not answering. You assist. Fail. You assist. Win. You assist. Fail. Smile and run away. Take one step back while taking two steps forward, unless there is no place to go. Therefore you must take those steps backwards. Watch where you begin to step, you never know what you might step on. A dying rose shattered and wintered, do nothing and walk straight past it. The bumpy carpet is now mountains and valleys filled with a lost language yet to be found again. But it tends to be mistreated and forgotten, every moment of the day...
Today's song of the day is a dedication to one of my most inspired artists of my growing years. Whitney made my highschool years just that little bit better and it actually makes me sad to know both she and Michael Jackson are now living the eternal life.
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Song of the day: Dance with somebody by Whitney Houston.
Today's song of the day is a dedication to one of my most inspired artists of my growing years. Whitney made my highschool years just that little bit better and it actually makes me sad to know both she and Michael Jackson are now living the eternal life.
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Song of the day: Dance with somebody by Whitney Houston.
