Being lost is scary; exploring is exciting. Whether we are doing one, the other, or both at any given time is a matter of perspective.
I gave my cat a violin That she could learn to play; She turned away in silence, so - Perhaps some other day?
If you’ve ever had your heart broken, chances are it still is.
I wish that I was Superman So strong and so bright-suited... Although it might get tiring To always be Rebooted
Advising people to get over grief is like telling them they should learn to breathe water.
Love me in the morning-time, Love me in the evening, Love me in the afternoon, And when I'm lost and dreaming -- Love me like you mean to love Ever intensifying; And I will love you, too, out past Mere things like dying
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8 thoughts on “Scattegoria”
‘Advising people to get over grief is like telling them they should learn to breathe water’ – Wow. What a comparison. And so apt.
It would be really handy if we could breathe water. But we can’t, no matter how ardently people advise us to take up the practice. 🙂
🙂 very true!
I’ve seen cats playing piano, but never violin. I think they have too strong an affinity with the catgut strings which, incidentally, are made from the intestines of sheep!
With a cat I think the word “fiddle” is more commonly used.
Why did the dish run away with the spoon anyway? What was going on there?
I think it was all down to over stirred emotions and dishmorphia!
The phrase “out past mere things like dying” really hit me. Lovely. Love never ends just because someone changes form, or disappears, or whatever you believe happens.