maybe I never knew what motivation was; I never chased after money
but I chased happiness, I chased love, and then I chased my own sense of freedom and I never had to chase individuality
I always knew money with its shades of green only mimicked the lushes to be found within a green valley
the one that my heart has resided in, as decisive as where a corpse lay, for years, for free
(I believe in the saying that money doesn't buy happiness. at least not true, eternal happiness. the type of happiness that is conceived and believed in with the depths of the soul.
and because of this, no, I am not sad. I think when you base your happiness on tangible things then the more sad you become. thus, my happiness is in the depths of my soul, one that is not based on the tangible. a heart beat makes me happy, and when I die-- I will still be happy; because I will always be entwined with what I love.
i love so heavily. )
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the petals on a rose
Poésieand then there will still be vultures after that'll continue to take what they can get from the residue of your pure soul [a collection of poetry & prose]
