When you stare out the window and see all your dreams realized before your eyes…
It was all a dream.
Illustrating lyrics again. This one is by young artist Alessia Cara — I like her sound. Made with Paper 53.
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(Sorry, kids, about the spoil alert.)
This year I want nothing but peace and comfort for Syrian refugees. I’ve just about had it with all these stories of horror. Are you tired, too? Or is your heart made of stone? I can’t stand how we helplessly watch so much human suffering and do nothing about. How can we help? I mean, who do you even ask for help? Nope, your god can’t save them either. Borders are stupid, people. Our earth is massive; why be so greedy? There’s room for all.
So, keep your presents, Santa. What we need here on Earth is PEACE and love. Yes, a lot of that. Good luck to us all.
A very saddened, fed-up human.
To feel your flame fanning my feet. It’s these little moments for which I live. As long as I can do this, it is not so bad that the pages of my calendar have turned to October and the marble floors are a frozen sea. As long as I can do this, let that inevitable cycle go on again and again.
‘Long as I can turn on the heat.
Staring into a volcano; getting lost in my thoughts, wishing it didn’t burn to feel you so close. Like the rain, you make me find words in my head very deep. Our chemistry helps me breathe. Here, nothing matters. My Raynaud’s is forgotten. Just as pumpkin-cinnamon-apple-spice is a cliché, you are worth the repeat.
But I’ll run away. Unfortunately, sometimes, I’ll leave. Nothing’s perfect, you see. Though the moment equals infinity, your flame is short-lived. Promises should be eternal. I’ll be searching for the conditional warmth that your current brings across other unconditional seas.