So often, I dream of climbing the highest of mountains, where I can feel the sky’s soft skin with the very tip of my fingers. I can just picture it: standing on that mountaintop, the world so small underneath, the loud grasping wind awakening my soul as it blows violently against my face. I can just imagine the air cutting through my lungs and tearing them open, the taste of salty blood caressing my throat. Oh but mostly, I can hear myself. I can hear myself scream. I would scream as loud as my lungs can possibly bare, right until my voice turns into just a whisper. I would scream to fill the...
Smile and the world smiles with you Isn't that what they all say? But why then, do we live in doom and gloom, Night and day, Where does the reason lay? Smile and the world smiles with you Unwavering, I stand by this But when I worry, When I fret, My oath, into oblivion, fades. Smile and the world smiles with you So why don't we do it all day? Stress and strain Can be kept at bay, It's just a smile away! The smiling me.