There are those special colors that can only be heard, splashing their many shades with a few simple words. They dive into the heart and paint a portrait grand, for peace, love, and hope born in the soul of man. Tragic are the deaf ears and blind eyes can never see what it is we were truly meant to be. Let us touch this whispered breath, wrap our soul around these thoughts, and finally obtain the freedom we have sought. J. Freeman Colors, Beautiful, Art, Impressionist Painting, The Cities, Oil Painting, Photography, Rainy Days, Cities Lights
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She asks me if she's falling, if I think she's going to die. I tell her, no not really, just keep your head up, try. But then it hits me all at once, swimming's for the others. My dearest friend, she needs to stay, so high above the waters. I've let her down, what treason's this?. For falling in's not wrong....but there are times when it's an ought, when it is the right season.
"... Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her. ” Neil Gaiman