• Its strange..
    how the times change.
    you grow distant.
    the people that you knew growing up are there...
    but still so far away...
    it sad..that we take the smallest things for granted..
    that innocence, and wounder is wasted....
    when the last time you lived..
    you walked out side and actually looked.
    noticed the texture of life..
    the fabric of your soul....
    and how it all intermingles together as one.
    if life is a race.. what are we running for... or from...
    why shouldn't we slow down and smell the flowers or coffee.
    take the time to dream. why is it always hurry to the next big event.
    why cant the next big event be that walk threw the park.
    enjoying the explosion of color..taking the time to slow down and enjoy your self...