Apparently I haven't written an entry since April of last year, which was my only entry, so I've decided to instate blogging as a new hobby, even though I am fairly certain that no one will read this. It will be a good way to not only get my thoughts out in the open, but to preserve them.
Today is Valentine's Day and I'm asking myself an infinite amount of questions inside my head.
1) Do fake flowers hold the same meaning?
2) Why was hope the only thing left inside Pandora's box? When she opened it, everything destructive slewed itself into the air, and she closed it just in time for hope to remain trapped in the box. Does that mean that there is no true hope in the air of this world, or that hope is the only thing people need to survive? It could work both ways.
3) How is it possible that the less passionate can accomplish so much more sometimes? Is it because they detach themselves from friends and family who hold them back in order to accomplish their dreams?
4) Is everyone the same person, just covered with different lies?
I was thinking about a work space, or a den, yesterday, and how some people have a room that they feel releases a sense of inspiration. I wrote something small.
You go to a room that signifies your past,
an escape to find inspiration,
but the room is not the key;
the inspiration lies within yourself.
There is a Pandora's box within us all.
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I love that question "Do fake flowers hold the same meaning?" I don't think so. The idea of a flower is that its breath is numbered. Also, I read once (not like I am some designing queen) that fake flowers are a huge decorating no no:)
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