We are not the same. I am a Martian.

The Line That Ties Me

The walls are talking and the only person who can hear me is nearly gone.
I stand by your bedside, on the edge of words
That I can't say, for the fear that I might fall.
Maybe I'm afraid that the pictures that I paint,
Won't capture the beauty of you.
And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears,
As I sink beneath the weight of it all.

Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture,
You wouldn't sell to the lady next door.
You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price,
It's for the heart, I should give it away,
Use it for the freedom of us all.

I could call you my lover, call you a beast,
Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach.
Call you a lion, call you a man,
You're the line that ties me to things.
I don't understand.

~ Julia Stone

like a true Nature's child,
we were born, born to be wild.

"Sometimes you've got to let everything go - purge yourself. If you are unhappy with anything... whatever is bringing you down, get rid of it. Because you'll find that when you're free, your true creativity, your true self comes out."

I have no desire to live without challenge
I have only built up walls to tear them down
& only created fears to face them


- MF

inside my head, I dream,
outside the boundaries
of this life.

what keeps you alive?

- MF

Don't let the little things of someone else's life
distract you from the big things of your own.

- MF

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Essay on Man

All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see
All discord, harmony not understood,
All partial evil, universal good:
And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.

~ Alexander Pope (1688-1744)