Twirl

There was once a girl who spun around in circles with a smile

Not a care in the world, she would twirl.

But she grew, and after awhile; 

she would look back in wonder

and see how far her life had come.

She heard the jubilant cry of thunder, 

but her heart became numb

and 

doubt

crept

in.

She thought she was not good enough-

her twirling was just a remembered dream.

Moments, then years passed. 

one
after
another.
Then 

an

experience.

A Moment of truth

She finally believes,

and twirls again. 

faster,

faster,

around she goes.

 .......steven. ruining the blog moment.

So Close, But So FAR

Stream of conscious, But the pen, it is
SO FAR AWAY,
it seems out of my reach. 
The pen Luke. Do it for those who enjoy the leanings of your heart.
DO IT for those who want to learn ALL. Most of all,

do 

it 

for 

.

You need to learn most of all.

 And the adam monster is still kicking.

(its a shooting star! (excuse the pun))

 it takes a pen to learn, and will to write.

before

That time right before another year starts in school and it makes you wonder- will I succeed? will I do well? time must tell, for I have no idea as of myself. I am stuck in memories of the summer.

                                                       just being bothersome brothers. Luke Steven and Adam

 looking on a boat.

 riding the boat

 and now introducing the one and only ADAM as you can see the adam selfie, he has a mosquito in the process of biting him, and the slice on his nose. he is a trooper. and an awesome brother

 in a tree.

 when you can climb a tree, you can see all there is to see.

 maybe its time to let go.

 to think about brazil. with mis hermanos

 or just go crazy

and tie up my siblings.

That time of night.
where the understood figure of exciting
whisks away the very thought of fear
for the last time.
where the half
becomes whole

The Underneath

The gear turns, but no one is there to answer its plead. Its complexity drives even the most imaginative away. The very machines fix themselves, and the basics are never established anymore. When we understand from the smallest up, the mediums of time and effort will exist, but only in mentality. Everything would have a personal level: to find, to seek. We would see how ideas flit from our flightless minds into the woes of reality. But as we are, our hopes and dreams are crushed due to the fear of others learning something new, and we head back to the real, or what we think is. As we are- we cannot understand, but the whole purpose is to. We go blindly leading in the steps that bind us to this earth. Will you be the first of many to fly above?

There is always something to learn. Never forget that.

A preface of sorts.

A child in a dark room
hopes one will find,
will understand.
and will learn to bloom.

a Child learning from teaching a whole world.
from learning a whole perspective of new.

the whole of understanding is understood, the full of help is helped.

and

I

read.