Pinning
I sat here reading over quotes on Pinterest. Finding that one poet that reached into the core of every fiber. Ranata Sazuki.
So many pieces of her work is tender in my heart and mind. I find myself wanting to laugh at how real the depth is inside of me. Truth in just how real most of her work coincides with me. As though walking alongside and talking. Her words, my breath.
And with this I find just how close it is to hurt but be joyful in it. Knowing all that I know to be true and real. The sting of some facts are remarkable.
The ringing of meaning. And all I can say is I am grateful for my growing as much as it does have pain and sorrow it still has joy and love. All good deep inside my spirit.
Yet does it ever stop? Do the tears ever stop rolling, do the memories stop dressing the sky? No. But that is the lesson in the effort of love. That is the gift.
And that is how it helps make art stand stronger. Makes time stand still. Maybe not to all but the rare few it does. That is what makes everything worthwhile.
And even though with every line sinking inside of me, I still grasp onto my hope. See that is the bond I have with some. We grow apart. We live different lives in different countries but we still breathe the same air and see the same monumental stars.
And that is what gives me hope of idealism and dreams. The reality of knowing just how much truth sits upon the same wooden bench.
With that I am still going. The emotions I don't understand only help me reach and hope. Keep me praying and loving. The difference of the pain is that I can endure it for the truth of reality settles nearby.
And I will just keep living. So indeed I am grateful. As for Pinterest I will continue to add things as to what make me Mimi because that is who I am.
And you can learn of me by viewing my spectacular ideas and loves, panels and boards. Yet no invitation is necessary if you once loved me.
Gain an understanding, if you want. Read into who I am. But just don't ever be fake or pretend to love me. I cannot live through another time like that.
Ever.
So many pieces of her work is tender in my heart and mind. I find myself wanting to laugh at how real the depth is inside of me. Truth in just how real most of her work coincides with me. As though walking alongside and talking. Her words, my breath.
And with this I find just how close it is to hurt but be joyful in it. Knowing all that I know to be true and real. The sting of some facts are remarkable.
The ringing of meaning. And all I can say is I am grateful for my growing as much as it does have pain and sorrow it still has joy and love. All good deep inside my spirit.
Yet does it ever stop? Do the tears ever stop rolling, do the memories stop dressing the sky? No. But that is the lesson in the effort of love. That is the gift.
And that is how it helps make art stand stronger. Makes time stand still. Maybe not to all but the rare few it does. That is what makes everything worthwhile.
And even though with every line sinking inside of me, I still grasp onto my hope. See that is the bond I have with some. We grow apart. We live different lives in different countries but we still breathe the same air and see the same monumental stars.
And that is what gives me hope of idealism and dreams. The reality of knowing just how much truth sits upon the same wooden bench.
With that I am still going. The emotions I don't understand only help me reach and hope. Keep me praying and loving. The difference of the pain is that I can endure it for the truth of reality settles nearby.
And I will just keep living. So indeed I am grateful. As for Pinterest I will continue to add things as to what make me Mimi because that is who I am.
And you can learn of me by viewing my spectacular ideas and loves, panels and boards. Yet no invitation is necessary if you once loved me.
Gain an understanding, if you want. Read into who I am. But just don't ever be fake or pretend to love me. I cannot live through another time like that.
Ever.
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