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LOVE AND APPRECIATION
Posted in Dylan, tagged appreciation, humanity, love, open mindedness on December 18, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Sleep is for the weak but love is for the open minded. It takes a broad perspective to truly appreciate one person despite the flaws of humanity; I suppose this means I am weak as I find myself nearer to sleep, but as you dream remember this: My weakness is in my voice and knees when you are near. But why speak when we know that no words describe my appreciation, and why walk when I find that all I need is here ♥
“Dylan”
A Random Thought
Posted in Dylan on November 14, 2010| 2 Comments »
My ears keep ringin’ from this silence, wish you were here so you could feel all the feelings that’ve been singin’ in my head. The emotion and care that I know we want to share, see our embrace, I keep seein’ in my dreams and your glowing face, that makes all bad thoughts wither, don’t you see? I only want to hold you and keep you by my side, you make me happy and it’s your smile that makes me feel alive. I want you to be mine, and this embrace to be undying so hold me near, have no fear cause I’m trying to be the best for you. I care, so bare with me here, times are tough but one thing makes life worth living.
And that’s love. ❤
~ Dylan
PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE, A STEADY MARCH
Posted in Dylan on November 10, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Living in the past, I’m constantly looking back with discontent. Living in the present, here, with you I feel love; without concern for the past. Looking towards the future is frightening and uncertain but here I am living in the middle of these realities, taking small steps towards my future. So when you see me ask yourself in which reality you wish to be in, because if you approach me with the slightest will to pause my march towards betterment I’ll leave you in the past without so much as a glance backwards. And as you realize the certainty of my future and the righteousness in my step you’ll be left in the dust, the reality of my past. Forgotten. Thus, with the loved ones in my present, held near and tight, past will become ash; a swirling pattern of what used to be, burned up in the passion of my will to survive.
“Dylan”