Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.
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I wish I was worth noticing.
I’m looking forward to winter.
To laugh often and much, To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch….to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.” -Emerson
About BlurredSilence
I love simple, beautiful things. I think some of the most beautiful things are most times overlooked, because they're not spectacularly brilliant and eye catching, but they're still beautiful. They're just unique in a way that, in my opinion, makes them more valuable and worth noticing.
