jenemelon
the robot swung his arms about and awkwardly tried to pick up a tin a can within reach. it laughed as he knocked the can to the ground. others looked at the robot in curiosity. he smiled back, and tilted his head. he patted the dogs head, and went about his business.
no longer the trend. i would say that the horse drawn buggy is obsolete in a modern city. i wish i could make my flaws obsolete. obsolete comes with time. life is short, and some day i shall be obsolete- my thoughts, my memories, and my feelings will hopefully live on though.
books, rows of them. all different colors. spines of colors, words. the bookshelf is a magical place, and each book holds a journey- mysterious, frightening, or heart-warming. it's a way to live a thousand lives. each book on the bookshelf is imbued with life.
there is this thing called integrity. it's when you do what you say you'll do. it's when people cal trust that what you say is what you are, and that behind closed doors- the level of trust doesn't change. it's a seamless interaction between words, actions, and one's own honor and respectibility.
connected. the way our nerves are connected by the energy traveling through them. the way that our souls are connected by shared energy. being connected is about sharing energy. the way that the earth is connected by sharing energy. being connected in a community is vital to one's health, to one's identity, to one's growth. connected. sometimes are are disconnected.