Planet Heart Are we planets tagging along with one another, locked in a similar orbit for this blip in time? Are we for now, or are we for longer? Forlorn and frightened, more I wish, scared for less...These are the reasons. Reasons suck, reasoning be shunned, be mangled, be twisted, be bruised. Heart. Only you, lonely me. Never more.
In The Moment You know that moment when an idea first sparks in your mind? The flame sparks, and blazes into a brilliant comet, with you carried in its wake. You have nothing to hold onto but writing quills and paintbrushes and thread, and deep down you're scared to death of failing, but the thrill of the plunge is worth it. It is exhilarating. It is freeing. It is freedom. You know that moment when an idea first takes hold of you? When you don't belong to yourself, you belong to it? When you have to do whatever you can—push through a crowd to find a place to sit, to jot it down, or when you scribble on notebook paper amidst your class
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