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[inspiredlife]

Today has been a not good day. How much like a broken record do I sound? Remember way back in 2005 when I was the eternally peppy one with too many exclamation points? Yeah, I miss those days.  There was a lot about that time that was pretty fucking awesome, tbh. 

Anyway, I planned to write a largely over dramatic post of whine which would have made Mish laugh and the rest of you roll your eyes but I can't do it. I'm annoyed with my whinging so I can't imagine how y'all feel.  

So, instead I propose a swap. I'm going to go and watch an episode or two of TW. Comment with something good...something in your life, a rec, a poem you love, Colin Morgan and when I get back I'll share something good with you.  (disclaimer: if i actually get sleepy (omg, please), I might not get back until tomorrow.) Also, if you don't see this til tomorrow, comment anyway. 'twill be good fun. 

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[overtsock.livejournal.com]

Boys being epic:



And a poem from one of my favorite poets, Shel Silverstein
Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.



& FINALLY a pic from the real Crystal Cave, La Cueva De Los Cristales in Mexico


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[inspiredlife.livejournal.com]

a) the gif is fantastic. Oh, boys, how I adore you.
b) Silverstein is brilliant as is that particular poem. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to re-read it.
c) the real Chrystal cave is gorgeous.

In return, I'd like to share a poem I particularly enjoy with you.
Who Am I Today by Tochoway
Who am I today?
Am I to me who I am to you?
Am I the me of yesterday?
Will I be me tomorrow?
Am I my best friend?
Am I my worse enemy?
Am I a total stranger to me?
Am I your friend, enemy, stranger?
In whose eyes do I really exist?
Is the me that I see real?
Or is the me that you see real?
How many of me are there?
One, a dozen, a thousand?
More than the stars?
Is each of me real?
And yet, unreal?
Am I the me that my father foresaw?
Am I the me that my son foresees?
Am I the me of my ancestors?
Am I the me of my descendants?
Who am I today?
I am all of the above.
I am none of the above.
I am me!
I can be no more.
I can be no less.
I can be no other.

[overtsock.livejournal.com]

Thank you for sharing the poem! I really like it too :)

I love a lot of poets, and it probably started with reading things by Shel Silverstein ask a kid