found myself stepping inside the rink again, after such a long time. years, in fact, and just when i was starting to wonder what i was getting myself into again... i learned that i only just had to let go of the rail, and if it feels right then everything would just come naturally.... but this is how you get yourself hurt...... when nobody was looking, not even myself, fell and scraped my heart on surface of the ice. so now the cold frost is cutting right through it...
when you end up down on the floor again,all you have to do is just to shake yourself off and tell yourself there's no need for tears or disappointment. just stand up again and breathe, and close your eyes to feel how nicely the cold air rushes to and chills your cheeks..... and it may sting, while the blood slowly trickles down the skin, but nothing beats that feeling of gently gliding free....
and then when you find when everything is just right again, then you will find a more perfect balance too....
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just a little bit stronger
just a little bit wiser
just a little less needy
and maybe i'd get there
just a little bit pretty
just a little more aware
just a little bit thinner
and maybe i'd get there
clearly, clearly i remember...
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"vive bene, spesso l'amore, di risata molto" ....
(live well, love much, laugh often) ~ thanks pravz! =]
the walking wounded....
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