Jones' Jarbs
... Things to say
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Saturday, July 01, 2006
98. J.A.R.B - Breathe
A tear rolled down my cheek, and I could see it just barely out of focus, resting on the tip of my nose; about to drop. And I smiled. Because I knew that no matter how shaken I was, friends would always be there. No matter how far I fell, someone would always be waiting with open arms to catch me. Just to make me smile, because that makes all the difference. They’d be all the kings’ horses, and all the kings’ men, who would come and pick me up after my fall. And maybe, just maybe; they’d be able to put me back together again.
And don’t forget to breathe. For it’s the little things that get us by; keep us moving. It’s the hello’s and goodbyes, beginnings, endings; pushing us on.
-Jones.
- Jones posted this bad boy on 9:08 PM
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