Lilliputians running free in the land of the giants. They don’t know their luck, all that coming air in to lungs, untired hearts, I miss those great physic form times. At these days, when I run to the train I almost ask permission to my own lungs.
Hey fellow bloggers.
It started out a little something like this. With the notion that I had something to get out. If we all just wrote a little something every day, perhaps our houses wouldn't have to be made of straw.
We all have incredible stories to tell.
Epics unbelievable to anyone but ourselves.
7 comments:
lovely lovely
:)
There's nothing more beautiful Josie. Nothing more worthy of tears of joy and sadness. (for me anyway.)
word Verif = Grjndy (Grindy?)
Yes, running free with little cares.
A splendid time of life.
Word verif:pdxujwuy = life gets more complicated as we get older.
Lilliputians running free in the land of the giants.
They don’t know their luck, all that coming air in to lungs, untired hearts, I miss those great physic form times.
At these days, when I run to the train I almost ask permission to my own lungs.
My lungs refuse permission to run. ha ha you are funny!
Actually, even as a kid I didn't run freely. Exercise induced asthma I think.
Nice idea to run without a care.
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