Journey Of Sand – Hold My Hand

Journey with me my friend.

Together let us travel in time.

              Time

Like sand we shall filter through. As if only a pebble may get in our way, never will we see it as a boulder. Because we are sand, children of the boulder. And as time erodes the minutes, together we can make mountains into boulders. More important, boulders’ into pebbles, and pebbles into sand.

Let us capture that moment. A fraction of the minute we share. Let us dream in deepens desire. I can imagine a design in story. A convoluted truth of mysterious travels. Sifting upwardly toward the sky.

Someone said the sky was our limit. In my mind I say he lied. Let him reach the sky. He wants to build a home there… In the sky. I want to build a Kingdom! Because in my mind there are no limits. The universe is MY playground. I ponder that thought. No, not just the universe… The Multi-verse. Because I am timeless, wild, boundless, and peace. I am without limits because it is my time, our journey. I am patient.

Knowledge is found in literates

Write the beauty in your heart. Create new chapters. No, not chapters, libraries. Talk with me so we may corroborate. I look at you, into your eyes. You see my laughter and smile. In our shared mind, we, the sand of time, talk. Let us marry our thoughts. A pure union of positive thinking. All at once you understand my wisdom. And join with me in an outburst, perhaps a giggle or two. The apparent truth is declared, the sky is not the limit. It is only a stone. A place to rest.

          Enter My World Net Citizen

We grind away some time in our sky. No matter how broad the horizon . No matter how large these boulders of sky may be,  You and I are time. More numerous that the sands of all glorious seas, we are contained in the hourglass of life.  We write a new chapter in our lives. And add the sand of sky to our landscape. Planting a garden of nourishing food for thought. I paint the canvas of borrowing sky. I believe we need window. It is the portal into my mind. You add a mirror, Yes, it will reflect our togetherness. I paint for you the moon and the stars. You paint a door. Travel with me to infinity and beyond. Believe with me… The sky is not the limit. We are only the limits of imagination.

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The Twitter Follow Effect

I must wonder if anyone else has wondered about; We all get follower request on @Twitter. We also follow others and follow back too. One interesting topic, at least for me, is how some people will follow you and when you follow them back they some time later un-follow you. Has anyone else noticed it is a numbers game to some?

I get a large number of people who are attempting to follow me, and try to sell me followers. Now, for me, I want people to follow me because I am myself. And like or re-tweet @RT the things that interest me. It is not a numbers game for me.

So therefore I wonder if anyone else has wondered about this topic?

Apostrophe

This is goodbye. I am going to try and forget you, to live my life without you. To not use you in my words, my writings, my songs. I am truly sorry about this “apostrophe.” Certainly you had your place in my world. Many times you were there, for me, for many others too. You occur when a speaker breaks off from addressing the audience. And directs speech to an absent third party. Often it is a personified abstract quality or inanimate object which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding. However, you keep me from writing positive words like “Can, Will, Have and Is”, among others. I have come to realize, your best friend… “Not” is an important part of you. Still one should never discard even a part of a best friend, something you do, when you become part of speaking and writing. This may not be goodbye completely. Simple because you were taught to me to be a part of my words. I cannot blame teachers or writers. I can only blame myself. Nevertheless, I have the will to choose. Therefore, I will make every effort to remove you when I read. When I speak and when I think. I have that ability, as do you the reader.