The magpies =(
How I can sometimes not stand them. I cannot even flap my arms at them and make them fly away because the magpies are not afraid of me. They are slowly turning me into a magpie too. Moody little me. I am becoming a magpie. This I realized today. And decided I needed to do something about it. Only when I have stopped becoming a magpie myself can I do something about the existing magpies. Or have I already become like them? =(
It is easy to feel like a stupid little something around big people. Big people with big mouths and big heads and dreams and ideas and aspirations and passion and...and goals. Goals. Despicable goals.
How I can sometimes not stand them. I cannot even flap my arms at them and make them fly away because the magpies are not afraid of me. They are slowly turning me into a magpie too. Moody little me. I am becoming a magpie. This I realized today. And decided I needed to do something about it. Only when I have stopped becoming a magpie myself can I do something about the existing magpies. Or have I already become like them? =(
It is easy to feel like a stupid little something around big people. Big people with big mouths and big heads and dreams and ideas and aspirations and passion and...and goals. Goals. Despicable goals.
Nice blog! :=)..I have this habit of skipping to the older posts especially the oldest:P (even on my own blog)and I must say there is a remarkable difference in your writing :=) and it is a very poetic transition, I must say :=).
ReplyDeletethank you very much =) Is it a good difference? I think I should go back to my own old posts too and read them again =D
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