The path to real love is ever-winding and full of poison ivy. I know I veered off a couple of times and I am not about to do it again. I need to find other things to fill the void that losing love has caused. I have many around who care about me and I am grateful. I have my animals who are wonderful and my child and her children. All in all, I am very lucky. But I always wonder what it would have been like if I had found the right man. The companionship, the fun, the memories…
This the same word I got before. why is this the same word? Is it always path or is it path until I get this. I don’t really know what to say about a path.
The path led to a grizzly bear’s mouth. He was a sneaky bear, putting sugar down on a trail. A small rabbit followed the sweet lead, which ultimately led to a cave, and the little critter’s untimely death. What a feast!
Long, bumpy, well travelled. Dark, scary, Rocky . Where are the flowers? Where is the rose bush to stop and smell? Do I run or walk carefully? Which way will the path take me? Do I really want to travel down that path again? You choose for me. I am too tired.
something you follow and hope it takes you where you want to go. Later you can look back and decide if it was the correct one or not. Nothing much you can do if it took you somewhere you didn’t want to go.
Path…that sounds like a person with a lips attempting to say “pass”. Remember the guy with the lisp who used to come into Smith’s? And we’d make fun of him endlessly? God I miss those days — of assholeish abandon. Why have you outgrown me — why am I still here?
something that you follow. could be in a forest, on a street, or a figurative form. a path can take you many places both literally and figuratively. a path is something everybody must take at one point in their lives and sometimes leads to great and wonderful things. paths are life changing.
the path that led me to you. i’m so happy i found it. you make me happier than i’ve ever been… you make smile, laugh, i love you stupid. i love everything about you. even when you make me angry even when you make me sad.
the path was empty so I took it. It had been raining for days so the earth and leaves squished and slipped under my feet. As I got closer to the river I noticed a man waving his arms above his head trying to get my attention and hurry me along.
Path. Paths? I’m on mine, are you on yours? I hope so, because I don’t think I could make it through mine without you. What’s wrong with me? I have no you.
there was a long and winding path that lead through the avenue of trees. It seemed to gon forever.
So I walked this path. I wanted to know where it would go. Would it take through exciting advnetures or would it be a long plod for a long time?
I’m not sure what my path is right now…it’s winding around and around and sometimes I feel like it’s brought me back to the same place over and over again without moving ahead. It hasn’t really forked in any unusual directions so I haven’t had to make any decisions that really make or break my day, week or month. I guess I’ll have to forge ahead even without that fork so that I can move forward!
walking forest on a dirt path trees leaves dappled light rough gravel thinking winking light what do they think about me is the most important light falling through the leaves walking watching pacing myself watching others and counting myself against them like a clock paying attention to others must not be offensive or unliked
This path I’m on – is it the right one? I can’t see what’s ahead beyond the ancathus leaves that overflow into the gravel walk. There’s s steep decent and an unexpected curve. I want a map! I can’t move any farther until I get a map!
The kaufman bikepath would be a way to remember a great scientist who died while riding his bicyle at nasa goddard. it would connect the building where he worked to the greenbelt metro station. it would make safe an ‘illegal’ bikepath used by most greenbelters to
ath thru the woods was long and windy and it was a dark day, I walked quietly not to give offence, it was difficult to not make a noise while winddy clouds drifted overhead. this is not working is it, tried to be mysterious
i must follow my own path
no need for you to control me yet again
i need my own time
my own life
to be a leader
and to note follow you around anymore
because you don’t know how much pain i feel
as i followed your path
you don’t know
you’ll never know
It curved and it followed an irregular trajectory, but she could tell by standing at the foot of it that it was leading somewhere interesting. Fighting the urge to turn back and not face the unknown ahead, she willed one foot in front of the other, again and again, until she had rounded the first bend and, looking back, she couldn’t see where she’d entered this new world.
well it path, and i guess that it means something you walk on? Im seriously not getting this. whats the fun? what do you do. do you just write about your opinion of the word? or do you write the definition. honestly its kind of vague how they describe it. oh well
Our path has come to a stilled finish.
No longer satisfied with happiness we have anchored ourselves away from the dream.
Yet, in his hour of distance, this hour of dark, I see our path broken, beginning to diverge. And amongst it, a new line, my own newborn beginning to emerge.
i was walking down a path one day and ran into a bear. i was afraid the bear was going to attack so i stood still. suddenly he puts his hand out to shake mine and asks “how are you today?” we started talking about the woods. he turned out to be very nice.
It was a dark and narrow path, with rickety and gnarled trees that lined the edge. The mist rose from the cobblestones, glowing lightly in the eerie moonlight. And there was nothing. Only the vapor. Only the shadows. Everything swirled around and blended into itself, the skeletal fingers of the tree climbing up to the heavens, praying to be delivered.
Paths are always said to have taken a individual from one location to another. From one perspective to a new one.
But what if a path leads you no where but where you had just been before?
What if all your life, you have been trying to find this path that will lead you to all that you have dreamed of and been told of…and then when you find it.
You find that it only leads you back to where you started from? What then?
light my path, help me to find it. I know you’re out there, and I know you can show me where to go. Please help, please help me to find the right way to go.. my path – the right one. Please. I want to find my path…
beauty & trust the flow of the dance the inspiration to be experienced to be remembered to be created the path is each moment each hour each day the wings of time and wonder
enchanting and fully alive
I chose a single path that branched and split and rose up into the land like a single wound slipping through my skin. I chose to turn, to walk, to make my way past memory until nothing could split my heart, until nothing could branch into solitude or darkness. There was light once. There will be light once again.
you stroll in, half an hour late. must’ve taken the wrong path. you stride in with a cocky confidence, but you come over and rest your hands on my shoulder and it’s alright. squeeze. and it’s alright. the path still led you to me, didn’t it?
the path alongside the lake led me away from home, endless open water facing me, freedom blowing in the breeze, like sailboats traveling far from shore…goodbye
The path to real love is ever-winding and full of poison ivy. I know I veered off a couple of times and I am not about to do it again. I need to find other things to fill the void that losing love has caused. I have many around who care about me and I am grateful. I have my animals who are wonderful and my child and her children. All in all, I am very lucky. But I always wonder what it would have been like if I had found the right man. The companionship, the fun, the memories…
This the same word I got before. why is this the same word? Is it always path or is it path until I get this. I don’t really know what to say about a path.
life takes many paths, winding roads by which to learn, either in success or in failure.
choose a path and never look back.
whether you fail or succeed, you’ll learn more about yourself along the way.
besides, everyone dies in the end.
Once upon a time i followed a path that wasn’t maded for me. But now I realise that following this new way openened things up to me.
The path led to a grizzly bear’s mouth. He was a sneaky bear, putting sugar down on a trail. A small rabbit followed the sweet lead, which ultimately led to a cave, and the little critter’s untimely death. What a feast!
occasionally i think im on the wrong path.
actually, i think im on the wrong path a lot.
Long, bumpy, well travelled. Dark, scary, Rocky . Where are the flowers? Where is the rose bush to stop and smell? Do I run or walk carefully? Which way will the path take me? Do I really want to travel down that path again? You choose for me. I am too tired.
something you follow and hope it takes you where you want to go. Later you can look back and decide if it was the correct one or not. Nothing much you can do if it took you somewhere you didn’t want to go.
Path…that sounds like a person with a lips attempting to say “pass”. Remember the guy with the lisp who used to come into Smith’s? And we’d make fun of him endlessly? God I miss those days — of assholeish abandon. Why have you outgrown me — why am I still here?
something that you follow. could be in a forest, on a street, or a figurative form. a path can take you many places both literally and figuratively. a path is something everybody must take at one point in their lives and sometimes leads to great and wonderful things. paths are life changing.
Path.
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the path that led me to you. i’m so happy i found it. you make me happier than i’ve ever been… you make smile, laugh, i love you stupid. i love everything about you. even when you make me angry even when you make me sad.
the path was empty so I took it. It had been raining for days so the earth and leaves squished and slipped under my feet. As I got closer to the river I noticed a man waving his arms above his head trying to get my attention and hurry me along.
Path. Paths? I’m on mine, are you on yours? I hope so, because I don’t think I could make it through mine without you. What’s wrong with me? I have no you.
there was a long and winding path that lead through the avenue of trees. It seemed to gon forever.
So I walked this path. I wanted to know where it would go. Would it take through exciting advnetures or would it be a long plod for a long time?
the path to freedom is frought with minefields
I have no path.
I guess.
Or else i just haven’t found it yet.
Or maybe i need to stop thinking in the singular and start thinking in the plural.
Paths.
Options.
I have options.
I’m not sure what my path is right now…it’s winding around and around and sometimes I feel like it’s brought me back to the same place over and over again without moving ahead. It hasn’t really forked in any unusual directions so I haven’t had to make any decisions that really make or break my day, week or month. I guess I’ll have to forge ahead even without that fork so that I can move forward!
walking forest on a dirt path trees leaves dappled light rough gravel thinking winking light what do they think about me is the most important light falling through the leaves walking watching pacing myself watching others and counting myself against them like a clock paying attention to others must not be offensive or unliked
This path I’m on – is it the right one? I can’t see what’s ahead beyond the ancathus leaves that overflow into the gravel walk. There’s s steep decent and an unexpected curve. I want a map! I can’t move any farther until I get a map!
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The kaufman bikepath would be a way to remember a great scientist who died while riding his bicyle at nasa goddard. it would connect the building where he worked to the greenbelt metro station. it would make safe an ‘illegal’ bikepath used by most greenbelters to
ath thru the woods was long and windy and it was a dark day, I walked quietly not to give offence, it was difficult to not make a noise while winddy clouds drifted overhead. this is not working is it, tried to be mysterious
The path to happiness is not through money, fame, or power. There’s a difference between happiness and contentment.
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i must follow my own path
no need for you to control me yet again
i need my own time
my own life
to be a leader
and to note follow you around anymore
because you don’t know how much pain i feel
as i followed your path
you don’t know
you’ll never know
It curved and it followed an irregular trajectory, but she could tell by standing at the foot of it that it was leading somewhere interesting. Fighting the urge to turn back and not face the unknown ahead, she willed one foot in front of the other, again and again, until she had rounded the first bend and, looking back, she couldn’t see where she’d entered this new world.
well it path, and i guess that it means something you walk on? Im seriously not getting this. whats the fun? what do you do. do you just write about your opinion of the word? or do you write the definition. honestly its kind of vague how they describe it. oh well
Our path has come to a stilled finish.
No longer satisfied with happiness we have anchored ourselves away from the dream.
Yet, in his hour of distance, this hour of dark, I see our path broken, beginning to diverge. And amongst it, a new line, my own newborn beginning to emerge.
The Path To Candyland with lucious green grass on each side. The Sun glaring down angrily at the smooth sand roads.
i was walking down a path one day and ran into a bear. i was afraid the bear was going to attack so i stood still. suddenly he puts his hand out to shake mine and asks “how are you today?” we started talking about the woods. he turned out to be very nice.
It was a dark and narrow path, with rickety and gnarled trees that lined the edge. The mist rose from the cobblestones, glowing lightly in the eerie moonlight. And there was nothing. Only the vapor. Only the shadows. Everything swirled around and blended into itself, the skeletal fingers of the tree climbing up to the heavens, praying to be delivered.
Paths are always said to have taken a individual from one location to another. From one perspective to a new one.
But what if a path leads you no where but where you had just been before?
What if all your life, you have been trying to find this path that will lead you to all that you have dreamed of and been told of…and then when you find it.
You find that it only leads you back to where you started from? What then?
I’m not quite sure
what path this dude was on..
but his pants were rotten
he smelled like fish
and my grandmother
said he was a total
babe.
My grandmother also thought
Dave Thomas,
of Wendy’s fame
was a total babe.
light my path, help me to find it. I know you’re out there, and I know you can show me where to go. Please help, please help me to find the right way to go.. my path – the right one. Please. I want to find my path…
Sometimes one is set upon only to cause great harm to those who follow
beauty & trust the flow of the dance the inspiration to be experienced to be remembered to be created the path is each moment each hour each day the wings of time and wonder
enchanting and fully alive
I chose a single path that branched and split and rose up into the land like a single wound slipping through my skin. I chose to turn, to walk, to make my way past memory until nothing could split my heart, until nothing could branch into solitude or darkness. There was light once. There will be light once again.
you stroll in, half an hour late. must’ve taken the wrong path. you stride in with a cocky confidence, but you come over and rest your hands on my shoulder and it’s alright. squeeze. and it’s alright. the path still led you to me, didn’t it?
the path alongside the lake led me away from home, endless open water facing me, freedom blowing in the breeze, like sailboats traveling far from shore…goodbye