Friday, November 26, 2010

simple things

sing until your lungs are exhausted

dance until your feet can't move

paint until your body is covered

in a mess of color and sticky hues

jump from the tree

land in the leaves

take your blanket to the middle of the field

hide in the high grass until...

someone yells for you

watch the clouds

smell the breeze

feel the warmth of the sun on your cheeks

watch the bugs

run home... wherever that maybe

talk to your pet squirrel

can you make a "believe"

bring your world to reality

bring your world back to the little things

enjoy your reality
i love you-khristen

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