Sometimes the literal things in life
are too literal, they become figurative.
The world still seeks the sarcastic,
despite its already endless sets of ironies.
Satisfaction is a honey bee's battle cry;
Contentment—the garden's elusive dragonfly.
Some things never change.
Neither literal nor figurative.
Remove the leash;
let those thoughts run free.
Let's humor ourselves, shall we?
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A/N:
"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." - John Green, The Fault In Our Stars
I believe there's a sensible message, somehow, somewhere, in random thoughts that hardly make any sense. ;)
Good day!
-Mia
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Spilled Ink
PoetryA piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
