Look around you
L ook around you... do you see the soft pastels that adorn the birth of each and every day? They are always different, but always just as beautiful And the wind that touches your hair and messes it so, is it the same as yesterdays breeze which blew off the papers from your desk on to the floor? No, it is not and yet its still the wind. So this feeling that changes the way I look at the world, this warmth that envelopes my heart when you look at me, might not be the same as the feeling I felt... Sign in to see full entry.