Sunday
three necessities
Hope is a knife.
when holding the dull side, you know that the sharp side is still there to cut your finger.
you will need more than a magic shoes.
because to hope, dear, it takes a great deal of courage.
but when all hopes are fail,
when the magic shoes won't take you anywhere,
when you lost the grip, and free falling to the earth,
take another heap of courage,
squint your eyes, and prepare for the impact.
in that case you will need another extra courage.
to stand on your feet,
with broken bones and all,
wipe the blood off your nose,
and then start another hope.
picture is from here
Tuesday
the cat is out of the bag..
"which path? that dependsss.."
my dreams are scattered,
and my, how sneaky they are.
they hide behind the clouds,
while the others float in the dark blue waters,
guard by anglerfish and cookiecutter sharks.
so to catch 'em,
whether I hop into a hot air balloon,
or to dive deep into the sea abyss.
into the sea abyss..
neverending blues and greens surrounding you
blooming corals that will guide you down to its core.
there's some tiny flaws in the plan, though
I don't speak fishes lingo.
and yeah, I can't swim too.
howabout..
flying with a hot air balloon.
sure sounds fun!
leaving all things below..
just the scenery and me..
but.
I can't sew.
moreover a big,
colourful,
patchful,
hot air balloon.
thus, dearest Cheshire Puss,
please hold your grin for a while,
and do get back inside the bag,
before I hear you say,
"if you only walk long enough.."
the Missing Piece and Big O picture is from here
Sunday
Voices, Act 1: Thunderbelly
AHAHA!!
yes, it's the thunder.
yes, it's LOUD!
I KNOW!
but doesn't that just tickle your belly?
and makes you want to laugh loudly?
it doesn't?
Well, I always laugh out loud when thunders are coming!
;)
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