Have you ever looked at an old photo of yourself? Do you look at the different haircut

you had or maybe the missing scar on your face? Do you notice the difference between

that old you and the person you are right now? One is younger, more naive, while the

other is older and wiser. That is the difference. See, you changed. You became in a sense, a

completely different person in those few short years. It’s like you went to bed a nine-year-

old and you woke up a nineteen-year-old. In the blink of an eye, you changed into a

completely different person.

So, do people change? You tell me.

Sign Outside a Church: If you don't teach children to obey God and the Scriptures, the devil will teach them science, evolution, sexuality, questioning, liberalism, tolerance, freethinking, an open mind, freedom from predjudices, balanced thinking, gender equality, and yes, skepticism!

My response: The devil sounds like an awesome teacher!

#atheism #comedy #religion #criticalthinking

Flitter~

Zooming..rushing by

A little unsteady

O, mhm.

Did you see that?

Look, high above

Too late

It’s now gone

Thoughts bubbling

Rapidly, hurriedly~

So out of control

Bam!

Ideas churning,

turning, spinning

When do they even begin?

Beats me.

Does it have a pause button?

That I have no clue.

Oh, that only means

Only one thing~

It’s a match~

Burns so bright

It might burn out-

Maybe..

Then again~

Surely, it may be a force_

One that can’t really be (just)

Pulled, or pushed- in any direction.

#FLUTTER

pitter patter

raindrops falling

the sky splits in two

as lightning flashes

one second

two

three

and thunder crashes.

I am the wind in the trees

I am the force that rustles its leaves

I am the voice that whispers through its branches at night

Whispering divine secrets 

Blowing them all around~

No one can stop my breeze

As I carry gold and debris

And meanwhile, I deliver my message to all of humanity.

I am unrestrained, like the wind.

And nowhere, ever, will I be pinned.

I write to fly,

to soar and dip

or float away

on a sailor's ship

to swing through trees

and swim with ease

a moment to sieze

time to freeze

but most of all

(forget the jewels)

I write to

break the rules >:)

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our blood flows...

'cept you can't cut

'n see it though you

exactly feel it

like wringing

yesterday's

laundry

and

clipping the load

to your heart

as you walk

heavy 'n weeping...

into tomorrows,

made suddenly

airy 'n light...

till soil stained and

drained to be wrung...

again and again in

the coming of days

when the labor

of Living

ends

'</font>

#Loving #Valentine

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I imagine...

idle instances,

(involving individual

idiosyncrasies), inciting

inflammatory indulgences in

increasingly impulsive ignoramuses

(including indolent idolatry). Is it illusory?

Immediate inquiry is inconclusive.