haiku.

Sometimes I wonder

If poets count out their beats

When they are speaking.

dp Designs.

hey guys!
so pretty much my friend's a pretty awesome artist and he paints on shoes and backpacks and stuff. he just got a blogspot with some of his stuff on it. it's pretty much awesometastic.
check it outt.

http://dphommasadesigns.blogspot.com/

Why do we love?

Not who.  Not how.  But why?

What is so deeply ingrained in us
That causes us to love?

Do we love our parents for all the things they provide?
Or our friends for their support in the highs and the lows?
Do we love our gods for the heaven they promise?
Or our lovers for that feeling, that matchless, incomparable feeling?

For if these are the only things that cause us to love,
Then the only people we love are ourselves.

goodness.

i have a blog? haha.