Portrait of a Woman by Sandro Botticelli

Firstly,..isn't this is a pretty painting by Botticelli. One of my favourite artists..:)

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Wrapped up in nothing, trying to make it something. Listing everything imaginable, to what end? Who and where are we without our list of accomplishments?

What is so intoxicating about those toxic tastes? The extremities feel everything that we ingest.
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Mistaking mysterious solitude for something other than what it is, is just plain ignorant. Some things are just exactly how they appear.
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Sometimes, it hurts to think so much. Even though I am spoiled with thoughts.
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Intrinsic reflection is met by perfect realizations in the silent moments.
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~All Quotes by Shaz 2006~

--The After Wind--

It seems that no matter what we do.
We question it.
Is this right for me?
Has my gut fallen asleep?
Have I lost all sense of reality?
If this is just a dream, what kind of craziness is this?
And, when others start questioning your actions;
Shock, hits you for a brief moment.
Isn't this normal?
Well, this is my kind of normal.
People have different variations on the word, don't they?
Where is the fun in being normal?
Has society become so wrapped up in ideals, that reality is being overlooked?
Isn't it about time we just enjoyed the little things in life?
I love the feeling of the after wind.
The after wind...
You might ask?
It's the wind that you feel as soon as a large or small vehicle drives past you.
A few seconds pass...
And, you get this awesome feeling from this wind.
Seems small to you, perhaps?
It may even seem silly to some.
But, the point is, that it's those little things in life that should keep us happy.
And, it's those same little things that go unnoticed by some.
Whether you know it or not,
It's those same things that keep us grounded.
If we lived in a world without this, and, that,
And, the other thing keeping us pre-occupied.
Maybe, then people would find the time to enjoy these things, a little more.
It's just a small thought, that I pose to you.
But, after thought, what is left?
We'll still have the after wind.