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rainbowcakeinajar:

We’re all growing in this direction and that
And inside and out, dying
To stay afloat and grounded
We pretend to not see
When we pass by that weak smile, hopeful
For some change, a smile, a penny for a thought
Change
We pretend not to hear the war on apathy
Never fully convinced that this world,
And everyone in it may really only have the same needs, deep down
It’s all what we need

But we pretend to not hear, not see
Tuck it away in a corner to only look at
When all the windows sudden slam shut
And the doors barricade your next steps
An unwelcome refugee of your own mind 

Stop
Rewind
Play and dance through this life we call short only when we realize we haven’t
Played and danced enough
To the music that never stopped
And the time that did
Stop
And listen to the things you want to tuck away and be
In the moment,
And the next 
Collect them all to unlock your dustiest days
Stop
And play

rainbowcakeinajar:

If you know me well, or at all, you will know I am utterly and hopelessly in love with children. Every child. So I’ll add (as a disclaimer) that this isn’t an explanation or a defense, but rather an ode to their spirit.

I love visiting the children’s hospital attached to my school. There’s a small cafe near the main entrance where I usually go for my morning or mid-day coffee or tea. And then I sit and observe and absorb.

There will always be a tiny toddler taking his first steps. He will first stand, stare at his feet for a moment, unsure, then place one foot ahead of the other. He’ll start slow and then he’ll run, well-knowing that he hasn’t mastered the art yet. 

Why?

Because he isn’t afraid to fall. He does, of course, many times. Over and over again. But he gets back right up and continues where he left off. He’s full of excitement and wonder. He’ll stare up at the people walking past with genuine wonder and curiosity; not judgement. Not about just people and bystanders, but about everything. He will stick to the basics and look at everything from an unweighed subconscious or conflicted ego. He doesn’t care. He just wants to explore and learn. 

Sure, he doesn’t know much about the world but he’s better equipped than any of us. He hasn’t closed any doors or barricaded his windows. All the colours are brighter and and his senses are sharper. He’s a sponge and he’ll take it all in. His laughter and tears and love and words are all genuine.

Stop, next time when you see him wobbling in his little shoes. Note that there’s no difference between the two of you. Other than the fact that you have learn to hide the uncertainty. You internalize it while he embraces it.

Me without you is like 

Henry without Oh

Bread without Dough

Mosexual without Ho

Trent without Cole

Laughing without lol

Pricey juice without Dole 

Fo without sho

ESS without JAY is like

Dwight without Schrute

Water without Loo 

Doctor without Who

Condom without Lube

“K. Without true………………”

Manjula without Apu

Baby, me without you is like

Dancers that are offbeat

Fatties that don’t eat

A heart that doesn’t beat

This feeling where I’m always incomplete 

So darling, take a seat

Let me tell you that you are sweet

Lets never go obsolete

Cuz you and I together… we’re pretty freakin’ neat