:: rachel. more than just a word ::
...Rachel. More Than Just A Word...
December 26, 2007
Stranger to Stranger
Some days I wish I could sink deep into the lives of others. Want to swim in their thoughts and see things through their eyes. At times when I drive, have this habit of observing other drivers. A handful hangs a look on their face as if the world is about to come to an end and they urgently need to think of the last thing they wish to do. A number would carry a sour and angry face, drawing creases on the forehead.Things which often drown minds carry on, brought forward to work, home. But really. Why do we get bogged down by whatever bogs us? Why are we so bugged and affected by certain things? And really. Why is it that 'it happens and cannot be avoided'? Yes I know. I have chosen this day to be naive and walk in the bed of idealism. But I think perhaps in all that we think as 'supposed' and 'should be's, something can be done about it.Try throwing a smile at Mr. or Mrs. Sourface. I actually did that a few times, once receiving nothing but hostility.....but the rest of the time, a smile back. It is beautiful to see how you could change their day with just one small simple gesture. Stranger to stranger. *grin*
10:47:00 PM
the one who speaks
rachel
bits and crumbs
Once upon a time there was a cow. Yes. A cow. And this cow had a friend. Friend was a sheep. See, both of them were green. In that place they lived in, all things were made green. The mushrooms, the potato land, the trees, the mosquitoes. And suddenly came down a star, CRASHING down to their planet, and ALL things became kalerful! And that star was ME. Rachelli. Ngyahahaha. *Scwoll down pwease*
