(via astound)
(via alien-princessc)
(via alien-princessc)
"Give me false hopes and imma go runnin’. Runnin’ till I can’t no more and somebody will be at the end of that waiting to stop me."- n.h
wws-jh
Around here we gather,
where the sun is for soothing,
and our bodies are trembling.
Where we walk and see our friends,
where we talk and can breath again.
Because,
we are,
hard working people.
We work within our minds,
and we work with our bodies.
We work and sometimes we forget where the clouds lie.
We stay informed by the sounds of the wind
and we stay elevated by stepping on the streets of your home.
Sometimes we rush aside and we can glide
but overall we come back,
to what can be us internally forever
in our insides.
Yes, we are small,
but nothing can compare to the greater grit we hold.
To the greater things we see
and the love we can portray and deceive.
Some of us are rich- but not all
but we are somewhere in between,
and it can be seen.
Our neighboring people come to meet,
and they fall in love with the hovering greens,
and the mountains breeze
that will please,
any soul it meets.
