Vamp Forest youth album canvas style
grabbed control of the foot of the fall of the small tail back to nature, stepping on the earth through a high sense of Baker, an inclusive and practical life revolves around me. Looked at the floor the leaves, I am glad he is not a tree, a tree will not walk, can come back, you can leave without having to watch that because the growth of the skin have faded, falling unconscious from the body.
I like to walk, but also like a man sit down and watch the pedestrian crossing, but most people in this world, people who like to wear shoes all kinds, always in a hurry to rush from one room to another room, then buried life, face Youse. If. If not see them assemble in the face of the wall, I stopped them, and their feet on a pair of high-Baker, teach them how to slow, comfortable life.
I would like to I was deliberate, intentional in the afternoon sitting on a gnarled and twisted old tree roots under the pretense, pretending to glance right and left, think about, those who came and quietly slipped away in the old days. But I can not be ignored, those lying in the soil in the tangled branches, and their juices flowing through the body of Love and years. No matter how far I go, I occasionally let the heart of Bugs Bunny, as it was printed breakdown of high-Baker, shoe prints left by the same mind All the minutiae of their own.
with all the greedy people in this city, I always feel inadequate. flowers is not enough, the roof is not enough, the rain is not enough. You see, even if wearing glasses I still think this world is not enough clarity. So I love the beach so cheap telescope, as long as a small steel boom, enough for my feet and my feet enthusiastic to see the high-Baker Road far enough.
fresh taste of the soil with grass juice Even if I am on the fence, I will step on. These foot grass die. As long as there is water, soil and air, they can break through the darkness, the appearance of the knife into the world. but I am more moved by the naked earth they always change into a variety of looks, let me and my hunger to understand the high-Baker continued. The world has a variety of way.
empty stadium most of the time, in addition to full of sweat, but also inclusive of this the world's largest faces. I like to wear high-Baker is because when no one can start at any time. I like to run, like the wind whistling in the ear pull, like to see continue to extend the road in the corner like running in hh find a sense of direction, to make a variety of decisions, like running to the rhythm of life to give, so that life is for me to fly into the wind.
heart will be sad when I see the water, watching the ripples in the slightly parting the water, to and fro, then, the mood will be like the sea smooth as clearly crossed the beach, as if I feel the soles of the feet clear the high Baker, Yutietuoqie. Then, all the sharp easy to damage the body substances smooth water, leaving only the heart of most rock solid and never yield.
a person sitting in the street, sitting in the middle of the flow of people, the rotation of the world and the flow of air time seems to lose connection with their association everything seems a failure of the bike. just me and my heart soft, high-Baker, in the tired, we are happy to sit on the other side of the world, quietly miss the road we have traveled together, I am shallow and happy life blueprint.
lying Baker
25 cm high the distance
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