Feed me from the outside
feed me on the inside
to complete contentment
so from this irreason
coincidences can close the circle
to my happiness
- These cookies are very calming.
- I bet! Especially since you're dunking them into vodka.
It would be humorous to expect emotional maturity from people in a time when everything is directed at emotional jerking around. Except it's true: I do expect that kind of maturity. I expect people to see through political elections, commercials, junk mail, individual immaturity and money scams. I don't know where that expectation comes from. Maybe it's soft as hope. Maybe as harsh as taking responsibility.
Emotions are everything: materializing tools, leaves of tales, samples of understanding, wings of success. Why do we give it all away and prefer dunking it into vodka?
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