Sunday, January 19, 2014

RANDOM MUSINGS ON A SUNDAY MORNING

biomorphosis:

A cute little Red Fox.

NOW I’M IN LOVE.
HE LOOKS TIRED
AS IF SOMEONE WAS CHASING HIM.
WHY WOULD ANYONE CHASE A FOX?
biomorphosis:
A cute little Red Fox.
NOW I’M IN LOVE.
HE LOOKS TIRED
AS IF SOMEONE WAS CHASING HIM.
WHY WOULD ANYONE CHASE A FOX?

I’M HAPPY THAT I’M NOT THE BALLOON.
I’M HAPPY THAT I’M NOT THE BALLOON.

ebnother:
TEARS OR RAINDROPS?
MAYBE THEY ARE THE SAME.
ebnother:
TEARS OR RAINDROPS?
MAYBE THEY ARE THE SAME.

simply-beautiful-world:
SUNLIGHT HIGHLIGHTS THIS ONE SPOT.
WHY IS THIS SPOT SO SPECIAL?
DOES IT HOLD SECRETS OR
MAYBE TREASURES?
OR IS IT SPECIAL BECAUSE IT IS YOURS ALONE?
simply-beautiful-world:
SUNLIGHT HIGHLIGHTS THIS ONE SPOT.
WHY IS THIS SPOT SO SPECIAL?
DOES IT HOLD SECRETS OR
MAYBE TREASURES?
OR IS IT SPECIAL BECAUSE IT IS YOURS ALONE?

hiddlesbatchlove:
THE FORCE OF NATURE

WATER RUSHES IN.
BRINGING ITS PRECIOUS GIFTS TO SHORE.
WHAT ELSE LIES BENEATH THE
RAGING WATERS?
DO YOU DARE TO JUMP IN AND FIND OUT?
hiddlesbatchlove:
THE FORCE OF NATURE
WATER RUSHES IN.
BRINGING ITS PRECIOUS GIFTS TO SHORE.
WHAT ELSE LIES BENEATH THE
RAGING WATERS?
DO YOU DARE TO JUMP IN AND FIND OUT?
(Source: osteo-princess)

Looking Up
Stereocolours


LOOK UP AT THE SKY.
LOOK AT ALL THE COLORS.
THE BLUE SKY,
THE AUTUMN LEAVES,
THE BRIGHT SUN.
ALL TOO BEAUTIFUL TO MISS.
Looking Up
Stereocolours
LOOK UP AT THE SKY.
LOOK AT ALL THE COLORS.
THE BLUE SKY,
THE AUTUMN LEAVES,
THE BRIGHT SUN.
ALL TOO BEAUTIFUL TO MISS.

SO SIMPLE, YET SO PRETTY.
SO SIMPLE, YET SO PRETTY.
brutalgeneration:

Carvalho beach (by N+T*)

A nice quiet place to perchance dream.
Lie in the soft sand,
Gaze up at the bright sun,
Feel the soft sand beneath my fingers.
Oh no!
My mind wakes up.
It starts churning with weird ideas.
Is there a shadow from someone
Hiding behind that rock?
Or are those footsteps I hear in the sand
Approaching me from behind?
How do we turn off our minds and relax?
I guess some people just can’t.
brutalgeneration:
Carvalho beach (by N+T*)
A nice quiet place to perchance dream.
Lie in the soft sand,
Gaze up at the bright sun,
Feel the soft sand beneath my fingers.
Oh no!
My mind wakes up.
It starts churning with weird ideas.
Is there a shadow from someone
Hiding behind that rock?
Or are those footsteps I hear in the sand
Approaching me from behind?
How do we turn off our minds and relax?
I guess some people just can’t.