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ciafloetry:

I’m currently sitting on my porch, smoking my last stoge, chillin (literally) and trying to sort out my jumbled thoughts.
Bittersweet, I must admit. As I take a drag, the stagnant thoughts sort themselves into file cabinets according to topic. Guess I’m merely haunted with contemplations compiled with the style of a philosophical sense. A cent, or a penny for my thoughts wouldn’t be enough to grant you with even a mere glimpse. Though a hint would be more of an appropriate word, I concur that a jumbled mind is kind of nice from time to time. I attempt to recline, but the act of rewinding only moves me forward in time.
I learned earlier on, that dwelling on past thoughts causes one to get lost in a state of limbo. So I now tend to spend more time just sorting the recordings of past occurances. According to lessons I’ve learned, I tend to yearn for what I can no longer change. So I dumped it into a metaphorical coinstar and watched the unchanged change, change instead into bills of wisdom.
For mistakes are only decisions meant to grant one with a reference to a better choice in the longrun.
Now my voice rings ever so clear in the fibers of my dome. As sharp as the blade of a chef’s knife, I know my life takes turns according to my common bill. I say bill, for my common cents now are no longer shortchanged by mistakes I’ve made in the past. This wisdom now lasts as a constant reminder for the growth I’ve made. The tokens my parents gave, are now in the slots of my future. A gamble from time to time, but isn’t that an accurate portrayal of life itself?
Constant gambles with choices on the daily. Maybe a road for a jackpot, or a road for a pot of jack. So the slack I’ve taken in the past, now only fuels me to be driven in order to compensate. I now save the date each opportunity I come across, just so I won’t take time itself for granted. I long to prosper, and I know the cost for a second chance is often times too expensive. So I’m attentive instead of careless. I instead care-more and give all I can.
After all, who’s ever heard of someone failing for trying too hard? Success itself lies in the effort backing the task.
At last, I now have a grasp of this concept. It’s the last thought left, so this glimpse? Is now over.

Currently smoking yet another stog, and I found myself in a similar train of thought. Deja Vu-esque mindset, if you may.

I’m currently sitting on my porch, smoking my last stoge, chillin (literally) and trying to sort out my jumbled thoughts.

Bittersweet, I must admit. As I take a drag, the stagnant thoughts sort themselves into file cabinets according to topic. Guess I’m merely haunted with contemplations compiled with the style of a philosophical sense. A cent, or a penny for my thoughts wouldn’t be enough to grant you with even a mere glimpse. Though a hint would be more of an appropriate word, I concur that a jumbled mind is kind of nice from time to time. I attempt to recline, but the act of rewinding only moves me forward in time.

I learned earlier on, that dwelling on past thoughts causes one to get lost in a state of limbo. So I now tend to spend more time just sorting the recordings of past occurances. According to lessons I’ve learned, I tend to yearn for what I can no longer change. So I dumped it into a metaphorical coinstar and watched the unchanged change, change instead into bills of wisdom.

For mistakes are only decisions meant to grant one with a reference to a better choice in the longrun.

Now my voice rings ever so clear in the fibers of my dome. As sharp as the blade of a chef’s knife, I know my life takes turns according to my common bill. I say bill, for my common cents now are no longer shortchanged by mistakes I’ve made in the past. This wisdom now lasts as a constant reminder for the growth I’ve made. The tokens my parents gave, are now in the slots of my future. A gamble from time to time, but isn’t that an accurate portrayal of life itself?

Constant gambles with choices on the daily. Maybe a road for a jackpot, or a road for a pot of jack. So the slack I’ve taken in the past, now only fuels me to be driven in order to compensate. I now save the date each opportunity I come across, just so I won’t take time itself for granted. I long to prosper, and I know the cost for a second chance is often times too expensive. So I’m attentive instead of careless. I instead care-more and give all I can.

After all, who’s ever heard of someone failing for trying too hard? Success itself lies in the effort backing the task.

At last, I now have a grasp of this concept. It’s the last thought left, so this glimpse? Is now over.

Currently smoking yet another stog, and I found myself in a similar train of thought. Deja Vu-esque mindset, if you may.