In one of the last scenes of Forrest Gump, when forrest is talkig to the beautiful Arkasas tree, of which I do not know the kind, and I'm sure someone will tell me, where his Jenni was burried, Gump walks away and you hear the birds chirping and flapping their wings... it sends chills up my spine, everytime! It is such a warm scene, as he tells her he isn't too far away if she ever needs anything... To be tied to someone so tight like that, I one day want to open my own eyes to that fairytale.
I grew up in a military town. People came and went like the seasons. There were
those that I grew up with that stick tight in my mind, later I was the seed at the end of a gust of wind, mine landing in Northern Colorado to the sun sets and rises of fire AND ICE!
I just lost a GOOD THOUGHT! It was typed and boom gone! I guess it wasn't meant to be because it is now gone from me!
I hate that!
It was a release of pent up energy, it felt good to get it off my chest, then it ran and hid back deep inside!
I grew up in a military town. People came and went like the seasons. There were
those that I grew up with that stick tight in my mind, later I was the seed at the end of a gust of wind, mine landing in Northern Colorado to the sun sets and rises of fire AND ICE!
I just lost a GOOD THOUGHT! It was typed and boom gone! I guess it wasn't meant to be because it is now gone from me!
I hate that!
It was a release of pent up energy, it felt good to get it off my chest, then it ran and hid back deep inside!
