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Untold Adventures

There are so many things that have yet been told

And as I speak them now, my words are cold.

A warm embrace when I’m feeling sad

Or the silent approval from your dad.

Rolling your eyes as I frolic along,

Or hearing me sing to you a love song.

Reading your poetry when you are deep and lost

Or traveling the world, no matter the cost.

Laughing and smiling as we enjoy a summer night

Or making up after a wretched silly fight.

Cuddling in bed as we talk of what can be

Or all the things that make us feel free.

But, alas, the adventures will go untold

And my heart will forever remain the coldest of cold.

Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does..
Margaret Atwood (via biscodeja-vu)
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