But do you have joy? Do you stop to admire with delight the light on raindrops on a sunny day? I am a wave arching up to meet you, dripping hands caressing your cheeks to see how it is with you and I find: a life carefully made neutral.
I am simply this, a catalyst. The leg up so others can ride to their own wholeness.
Ride well.
Hands and voice shaking in equal parts fury and fear, I stared him in the eyes and said: I don't think you understand how serious I was, or how far I would go to protect my kids. I said this after physically shoving him to stop him from
I've heard this statement many times, usually about aliens, war, whatever. I have never actually heard anything that I thought would really rock modern humans. Aliens? shrug War? We, like, do that constantly. Even human atrocities don't seem to generate the kind of outrage they should.
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Music is my emotional medium. Metal is my genre. Feeling the beat, listening to the music, it is like honey to my soul. It soothes me. It helps me regulate. And one day, Richard Marx elbowed his way onto the scene with a song that made me catch my breath.