here's something for my dear readers to think about, have you ever realised it takes a normal human an average of 10 seconds to turn your head to the left or right? and have you realised only about 2/100 people find true love? don't see the connection between the two? allow me to elaborate.... think about it..... that perfect guy or girl could be standing right next to you or just a mere few feet away.... but you don't take notice BECAUSE you don't take the time to direct your attention their way.... and think about it..... what IF the chance only comes once.... what if fate only gave you one chance? amazing how the most wonderful things in life can just pass us by.... it's like gold dust..... or a perfect sunset..... or a stroke of inspiration and creativity.... or even... a perfect christmas..... once it's gone you can never get it back.... not the exact one.... not with the perfection and accuracy of the first time..... so here's something you might wanna think about...... the next time you're in a crowd or absolutely anywhere with people unfamiliar to you, look around..... take in what you see.... make a memory of it.... who knows.... it might just benefit you someday.... and the next time you're around those to love and care for... make a note to cherish every second you have with them..... here's a minute poem i composed, a kiss not responded to will never be as sweet, a garden untended to will never be as green, the sky of the sunset in all it's beauty will nvr be the same, a masterpiece of divine love, with shades of every palette, blended into the softness of the infinite, the sea could be blue as sapphire today and a murky green the next, the one you're fated to love and be loved by, unnoticed, a sad shame anda miserable waste, for no one will make you as happy, the tenderness of none, can compare to the tenderness of one, the love of family, is for a life time, but life has a way of shortening itself, as it twist it's way round the spirals of life, a canvas unpainted, will never bear the fruit of true creativity, but a mere reflection, unclear and rippled, life untreasured, is lost forever, so every minute is more than money can buy, and more than treasure can fulfill, and should be cherished in all it's splendour. loves, plushie | 
