The Reason Why I Smile So Much

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The empty sighs and newfound distinctions were all bundled up in a warm jacket filled with a cold breeze and I painted myself to infinity with the chords of my old guitar

R E S O N A T I N G.

 

“Yes, the time has passed fairly well through my hands; que no (don’t you think)?

It has indeed and time wasn’t a friend of mine” spoke the boy.

Constantly in relative motion I always strayed away from the buckets filled with responsibilities.

 

However this was my duty.

I was a farmer who grew knowledge and waited with patience for a developing change after watering the crops each day with a single bucket.

 

I paid no attention to details; all I truly ever did was enjoy the simplicity and complexity of Mother Earth and her wonders.

 

When the bucket became to heavy for me to carry anymore.

I would grab one of my collections, then gently lay on the fertilized soil and

DAYDREAM THINGS THAT WERE FREE.

 

“Now the wonders are flowing gently through the sea

And that was not simply just a dream.

I wonder whether the sky will begin to fly.

I really don’t want to stop tonight.”

 

The sky was so beautiful and vividly clear and I no longer felt reason to ever have to frown again. So when I rested my head on the pillow I smiled to the midnight sky and said my goodbyes, for then on forward I was clarified.

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