Words hang on the fringes of dreams. Sometimes there is a bunch of inverted sentences. Sometimes your sentences are muted, they get knotted in the throat, they become a pear and get stuck. shut up becomes haze. Speech is kept.
With his mute body, he turns into a fan and turns.
He sings the song of silence, in the bosom of lost time.
He puts the warmth of his palms in front of a window. At the foot of an apple tree he blows the dream kite. It has ribbons of hope on its tail, it is colorful.
He tells his pillow to the future, his wishes accumulate on the walls of his room. A shelter room, if any.
Sprouts of the future hidden in children's dreams. As long as he is allowed to bury the seeds in healthy soil, many seeds will open to the future.
Children's heart has small happiness.
Like Libra, tartar the most mysterious, sensitive emotions.
Then it attracts its own like magnets.
She dreams of the pink she puts in her soul on the swings, playing dry in the garden of the house with pink shutters.
He wears red buckles at the coolest, which cut his feet off the ground.
He is not sorry for his shrinking sweater, as much as he regrets his shrinking dream.
From time to time, he does not know if his doors are open to dreams. It will grow one way or another. Even though he crawls up the stairs of life, his pupils catch on the little hope on the next step.
The ladder is also made of marble: it chills, slips your feet.
Oak is made of walnut wood, each step is expertly processed and fragrant. As long as you know the value of your fate, it is not empty, as long as you caress it and protect it well. He gives the reward, the child does not turn away the crawling state of his heart.
Which child is there to bury evil? He does not know the mother of evil. The love in his soul wants to ride on the wings of goodness and continue on his way like stepchildren.
It is not bodily hunger, of course, the yeast of evil, the deepest hunger for love that occurs in the child's psyche leaves a child hard to repair.
It is uncompensated. There are deep scratches even in its recycling. Once the soul map is scarred. This lifelong process also causes great harvests in the society.
The color was pink, however, as the age progresses, the splash of color that becomes cloudy and sooty rains falls on the eyelids. The fine tuning of the heart scale has now been tampered with.
The wind swept love and the rain dragged the trust towards the sea. It has not prevented the emergence of weeds is now in the heart of the heart.
His dreams were rife with nightmares, and the hands of hope waiting on the stairs could not keep him crippled.
Let all the pens write the alphabet of the child soul now. Hanging necklaces of daisies around the neck of the letters. Is it difficult or impossible?
Let the letter T be the head of the group, for example.
Let my smile lead your brothers.
Love
Favor
Confidence
Sincerity
Hope
If a child of mine was united in his heart, grabbed his hands and climbed the step of the ladder and united.
If they were handkerchiefs to tears, a pen to their hands, food for the starving soul.
For example, if her dreams are always pink and the flowers of hope bloom in the future.
If he had clear feelings like water and eyes like the sun.
Everybody
Has the right to numb your brain
Provided I don't numb other brains
No matter how much intervention from outside
You can't change anyone unless you want to
Everyone has a right
Nobody is exactly alike
Just like a fingerprint
Just like a palm line,
Although seemingly alike
It is so, it is so, the human brain is so diverse
While awake, the human brain generates enough electricity to light a small light bulb.
And even though the human body looks like flesh and bone
There is the formation of various metals
So we carry molecules from those terrible burning stars, so we are an atom.
So the thinker with a brain
Of course it can be in brains that don't think
He is unquestioning, he's a copyist
Although it may seem like a hopeless case, it is to make him think about the solution, but without imposing his own ideas, without judging him, without denying his belief altogether.
By presenting real examples of positive or negative experiences in respect and love.
Leaving the right to choose
That's what freedom is.
Let him go there without being arrogant, without pressure, interference, small or grand vision.
Whether it comes to you or stands in the middle
The place and environment where everyone grows up is different
For example, I miss my village
Another sea. May want to travel the world
I wonder about space
You may wonder where in the world you have not been.
Returning to our topic
Can numb the human brain
Drinking
Believe it wrong
by disbelief
By being caught up in someone else's truth
Of course there are many methods
Anyone can write anything
Dates can be mistaken in the hands of purposeful persons
It can say white somewhere, black somewhere
We use them with logic and thought.
We need to weed out and find the truth
Otherwise, what is this brain given?
Today I wanted to take a break from my Game reviews. I liked to write in a different field. I'll be waiting for comments.
