last word
I think of all kinds of stuff
at every love song
and in between breaths
who will have the last word?
"put me out of my fucking misery" linkin park
I know what my last word will be
your name
posted by Bobbi Jo @ 4:15 AM
Stories That Nobody Hears
My random stories.. coming together, making some kind of meaningful story. Some sort of novel. We can hope, can't we?
About Me
- Name: Bobbi Jo
- Location: California, United States
I am the I am like you are the I am like we are the We that Muhammed Ali talks of in the world's shortest poem and biggest truth. "Me. We." I have been known to forget who I am only to be reminded in fearful, humiliating ways, but it's cool, ese, because sometimes that's what it takes. I am what I choose and I choose to remember a different way now, a higher way, always reaching higher, always learning, giving, being more than I was before because the I am is ever expanding beyond infinity - or as Buzz says, "to infinity and beyond" - and then it contracts like a breath and the journey begins again. Right now I am breathing in and the expansion is inevitable so that I am filled enough so that I can breathe life into you.
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Friday, March 25, 2011
at every love song
and in between breaths
who will have the last word?
"put me out of my fucking misery" linkin park
I know what my last word will be
your name
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