whenever i feel the need to write, i go to the one place where i can be safe. where all my secrets are hidden under the roots, and my burdens are held steady by two pieces of rope wrapped around a branch, and a flat piece of driftwood. a place where no-one can touch me. it happens to be a real place, yet as time is always limited i only visit there once a year. as the imagination has no limits, i can go there whenever i choose to. all i need is my tree, my swing and my notebook. oh, and a pen.
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
i have a second friend ...
i have friend who, despite being a devoted pessimist, shares his rare optimism and caring nature with everyone around him, stranger or companion. he has a pure talent for grasping difficult conecpts and facing new challenges, helped with an endless knowledge of things you wished you knew but didn't. he strives to do his best in everything he does, but is not obsessed with perfection. always honest to the heart, he accepts people for who they are and has no shame in who he is - which are qualities that very few people attain in a lifetime.
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4 comments:
it sounds vein when ever you think its about you (me)
especially when you ask
lol
so who is it? well if not me, I want to know they sound awesome
and define pessimist, cba to froogle the definition.
froogle sound like a frog wearing goggles XD
sorry, its not about you, but change a few words around and it could be :)
pessimist, opposite of an optimist, thinks the glass is half empty, not half full.
who is it tho?
that what i also asked
i can't tell you that, it would completely defeat the purpose of the post :')you could always guess, you do know them ...
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