Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. ~Terri Guillemets

Some days so many words rush to my head,

But I don't know how to say them
So I write them instead


Wednesday, August 11, 2010

No life is a peaceful one.

People say, that they would like to be a piece of grass. It would be so peaceful they say. Would it?
Being trampled on all day, getting mowed, being eaten. It would be such a short life.

Maybe that is why it would be peaceful.

It wouldn't live long enough to suffer. To experience any unhappiness.


Personally, if I could be anything I would be a hummingbird.
Flying through the air, drinking nothing but nectar, and having the same name as a delicious cake.
Yes. I think I would like that, very much indeed.

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