How can one understand without all elementary fundamentals of knowing?
Maybe I have to be an infant to see,
to hear,
to crawl,
to talk,
to walk,
scream as I go,
bite all the blocks and slobber on the floor.
For me to know how to know myself and unto myself;
knowingly enough that is my mundane existance as are mankind to survive long enough for this world to see,
we still are children in someone elses life and lives.
Then the progression of life has no meaning,
only to have an aggressive manner and fight the day,
enough to see tommorow as the future of here and now.
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Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
By Alyssa Nicole2 days ago in Confessions
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