A window looking out in the world, staring at the person who you are and maybe not. A split in time a time to pander the pane of a windows surface that is only skin deep. There is always a way to reflect what can not be seen when the the window is scratched. Take a deep breath and let the bungy catch your Grand canyon that weighs you down and when you spring back up you will have reached above the clouds surface and there you will see the brightness of the suns rays as it warms your bodys spirit. There you will have done the first half of WIN dow.
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Author:
Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2011 11:03
- Category: Love
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Ah, but the image is almost breathtaking and so delightful, and what follows is intriguing and fascinating....wee me, no comprehend what yous mean....explain it for me please? I loved the idea of rebounding back into the clouds, though a lover's arms would be preferable....and it must be a lovely riddle, for I dunno what to make of WIN dow.....eagerly awaiting your response.....I remain.....
When you find your self you will always WIN....dow
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