| Love life, give to the world, and the life in the world will give back to you. |


BreatheI know it's strange, but one of my favorite things about winter is seeing someone's breath when they speak. It's almost as if you could untangle the fog and spell out their words with it; see what they say instead of only hear it. "Thanks for the ride," that breath had just said. "See you at 6:30?" Another few puffs came out of a smile; this one spelled "Yeah, see you then." I like seeing breath. I find it relaxing, or maybe peaceful. "What would you like to eat?" I heard a little before seeing the words float up from belowBreathe


Forever"So why did you want to come out here with me?" Tabatha stood from the bench she was sitting on and tightened her scarf. Her breath visibly puffed out with each word she said, floating up into the winter air. "Dunno," I grinned. "Maybe it's just the pretty lights that flare up at night." I gestured to the twisted globe lamps lacing the edges of the sidewalk. They stood a man's height from the ground, cast their soft glow about the length of two men, and were three men's lengths from one another. The ice in the sidewalk, strewn about where no feet trod regularly, reflected and scattered their yelForever


Why not?I will live for myself. My life is my own, and I'll live it the best I can. Everything I do influences those around me. I will therefore emit as many good influences as I can. It can takes years to build, and minutes to destroy. Destruction is too easy; I will create. My surroundings determine who I am, so I'll surround myself with who I want to be. If I'm always planning for "someday," I'm never planning for today. A song I know says the following: "If I were you, holding the worldWhy not?
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~the cellar dweller~
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...the Wallamut did it.
Thank you again!
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What if the person that made you cry is the only one who can make you stop?
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