Third Thought

If I had hands that could meld space,
And time as well I'd change the pace,
That life was walked,
The conversations that were talked,
If just to make you stay a little while longer

None of this school so far away,
I need a calendar to count the days,
Until I see you, hold you close to me,
I hope, I cry but it can't be,
For it's your decision, and will make you stronger

Second Thought

I love that drawing, I did it on a piece of choir music in high school. Angels have always fascinated me. Their origins in my personal experience have been rooted in Christianity. Messengers of God, they were divided into different kinds by function and number of wings. I don't remember it and if you really want to know you can always Wiki it. Though I still remember the angel as a messenger, and as a guardian. The only angels I can remember are Gabriel and Lucifer. Of course everyone knows how in Christian religion Lucifer was struck down to hell by God for challenging him. This seemed confusing to me because I was under the impression that angels lacked free will. Something I find interesting is early depictions of feathery winged faeries which predates Christianity. Whatever their origins I just love them to death. People of angelic appearance have also been popular in Japanese manga and anime, numerous characters having the ability to sprout wings for one reason or another. Well that's today's thought, I do love angels.

First Thought

This is a resurrection of an old idea which never really came to fruition. I had an old blog and focused to much on sounding sage. Now I'm just going to put up whatever the hell I feel like.
So my first thought? Balding. I do not want to bald. Why not though? It's hard to argue it without sounding narcissistic, because all the reasons are rooted (lol) in appearance and outer beauty. Would my love stop loving me? No. Would I no longer be myself? No. So whats the big deal really? Baldness is also associated with the loss of youth. Even though loss of agility and declining health are legitimate concerns, wrinkles, graying hair and liver spots seem to be what bother people the most. Why is this? There is a persistent subconscious idea that; Old = unattractive = unloved.
Elderly people with high self worth enjoy their lives, while those without live in their memories of youth and in their regret of how they feel they may have squandered it। Love is a beautiful thing, and I am happy that I can say for myself, ठाट as long as I have my rock, as long as I am loved, it won't really matter how old, bald, wrinkly, or hairy I get, because true love (whether romantic or platonic) overlooks age and appearance, and focuses in on the soul.