"She really can’t hear us…"
That thought just came to my mind all of a sudden, and it hurts, really..I wouldn’t wanna comment much on this thought though, I didn’t think it was necessary for her to find out, if she ever does that is. She could dwell for as long and as far away as she likes, she already has so many others to support her. Until she is tired one day and she wants to find solitude, and no one to seek, she will return and pour her opinions on us, till she is done, and she can fly, will she leave once more.
Sounds a likable story? I’m sprouting nothing from time to time, and wondering if anyone even bothers to read this pile of text, sitting quietly on one corner of the endless space in the World Wide Web. I’m spinning a tale up, and as time goes by, this pile will grow longer and longer, until maybe when i’m cut off from such things as these one day, it will stop growing. And then it will start crumbling, falling apart, disintegrating to nothing more than bytes and nano-bits.
Since young, I had been dreaming of staying in the countryside one day, when I grow up…Maybe I should head down that path and try it out for myself? I would really enjoy the simple things in life, keeping poultry, and simple greens, a few little cats and dogs and white mice. What a pretty sight. But like I said earlier, I’m sprouting nothing, and time just fly by…exiting into emptiness.
Something Panda reminded me tonight really spurs me to think likewise, hence these thoughts. He’s really good at doing such things it’s amazing he didn’t go further, higher…Maybe I’ll ask him that one day, if I remembers. ^^,