tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1395295212290396532011-04-23T09:45:51.611-07:00Tillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03569520192317160971noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139529521229039653.post-64746634009688050092009-05-19T20:12:00.001-07:002009-05-19T20:20:47.323-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FVNXspSboc/ShN3AUOCG9I/AAAAAAAAABw/quOov6AZRxk/s1600-h/Saltwater_Room_by_IceCreamSprinkle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337740830675442642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FVNXspSboc/ShN3AUOCG9I/AAAAAAAAABw/quOov6AZRxk/s320/Saltwater_Room_by_IceCreamSprinkle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">creativity</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337738867351325074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 28px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FVNXspSboc/ShN1OCRFiZI/AAAAAAAAABo/RAJXOKQc1C8/s320/1883.png" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Dreaming is for the weak-hearted<br />Dreaming is for the wary<br />Dreaming is for the curious<br />Dreaming is for the bold<br />Dreaming is for the artists<br />Dreaming is for the creative<br />Dreaming is for the home-sick<br />Dreaming is for the hopeful<br />Dreaming is for the indolent<br />Dreaming is for the wild<br />Dreaming is for the lovers<br />Dreaming is for anybody who’s ever made a wish<br />Dreaming is an escape<br />Dreaming is for the telescopic</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139529521229039653-6474663400968805009?l=trulytelescopic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03569520192317160971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139529521229039653.post-87699838739411172952009-05-12T14:51:00.000-07:002009-05-12T15:06:00.346-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FVNXspSboc/Sgnys3D-mRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2Rd9YzZb7pc/s1600-h/Goodbye__by_motionlessSndtrk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335062086105864466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FVNXspSboc/Sgnys3D-mRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2Rd9YzZb7pc/s320/Goodbye__by_motionlessSndtrk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">If I was somebody<br />Would you be there<br />If you knew who I was<br />Would you care<br />Would you think<br />“who is that lovely star”<br />How can I reach when it is so far.<br /><br />If I was high<br />Would you be by my side<br />Would you hope<br />Someday I’d fall down<br /><br />Would you wish<br />I was shorter<br />So that you could reach me<br />Would you jump so high<br />Until you could see me<br />Would you think about ways<br />To make sure I don’t stay<br />Just for me to be someone like you</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;">Every morning<br />She watches the door<br />Waiting for her boy at war<br />To her unknown discontent<br />He’s been dead since he was sent<br /><br />Just when he came<br />When he reappeared<br />He disappears And she’s reduced to tears</span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139529521229039653-8769983873941117295?l=trulytelescopic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03569520192317160971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139529521229039653.post-73347216980063406722009-05-12T14:42:00.000-07:002009-05-12T14:50:17.708-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FVNXspSboc/SgnuSdFf5wI/AAAAAAAAABI/pjIJi5D8jGM/s1600-h/April09+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335057234409809666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FVNXspSboc/SgnuSdFf5wI/AAAAAAAAABI/pjIJi5D8jGM/s320/April09+048.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FVNXspSboc/Sgnt3VARUPI/AAAAAAAAABA/_F596PayrPg/s1600-h/April09+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335056768383930610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 18px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FVNXspSboc/Sgnt3VARUPI/AAAAAAAAABA/_F596PayrPg/s320/April09+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I rarely feel watched</div><br />but today I did<br /><br />As I stared ahead<br /><br />I knew I wasn't the only one<br /><br />I knew I couldn't be the only one<br /><br />I was feeling followed<br /><br />which isn't so bad at all<br /><br />when it's you who I see out of the corner of my eye<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139529521229039653-7334721698006340672?l=trulytelescopic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03569520192317160971noreply@blogger.com0