Literacy-and-education: You are my heart and the heart bit and how can I forget you, my habit of living is like this and now am I living like this and still searching for you.
The morning should come to beneath and should flow its light to its umpteenth imaginations and should open the door of opportunities and should make life the visible and most dramatic to be sought for and to be get down with.
Literacy and education: My heart felt for it
My heart felt for it, where is the boundary of it, and it seems you are within me and where is the shadows and here are you, and it feels that myself is the sky, and you are in the earth, and it feels you should come and feel it the resonance is being the within, and it is being utmost altitude approximate equivocal to third sense.
The music is being felt within, and it is resonating to its optimum core and altitude, it seems I have been into this, and it feels that everywhere I have seen it seem you are everywhere and what is the bond between me and you, and you can not know.
What I have been feeling and how my heart is feeling for you and without you how it is being surplus alone, and it seems it is searching for you all along, and it is till in the search for you, and it is waiting for the morning to come and hold me. The feeling is all around, and it does still not know what is all about it.
Literacy and education: The symphonic transition and the mutual coordination
The symphonic transition and the mutual coordination in the scope of literacy and education is being truth fully is bumped into the mind, and it is slowly correlating the entire procedural aspects of this.
The mind is still crying and the heart is feeling for it. I am still searching for all these phenomena and the transit effects still knowing nothing but the actual innocence and the brilliant proposition I’m still lurking in my and the heart.
Still we are separated and still we are still being connected , still in the mind and thoughts you are reaching to me and still we are free and separated, but the connection is still making the worse.
Still I am living without you, in the sense of literacy and education but the connecting factor and the force is making me till thinking about you. My breathing is slowly slowing down and my habit is becoming like this and my lifestyle has become so much so that still am I thinking about you and still my small life is beyond with you And it made me cry, and you are reaching to me within the cry of me.
The slow music pierced me into deep within and making me uncomfortable within. It feels that you are with me always within and even in the sunlight and in the sun set you are with me. You are my heart and the heart bit and how can I forget you, my habit of living is like this and now am living like this and still searching for you.
It does not feel to me that we are separated. This may be the swan song but still am within you thought you are far beyond, may be my habit is now converting to me to make me feel the same way.
Literacy and education: The thoughts and the feeling and the thoughts of ours have now becomes thorns
The thoughts and the feeling through literacy and education and the thoughts of ours have now becomes thorns and those are within me, and now it is piercing all over my body, and it is expressing, and now it has become my life and my living with it.
I am not feeling the thorn these are becoming the roses in my gardens can I sustain; my habit is slowly becoming into some nightmares for others but still am I connecting with it. I have seen you and had been with you but still the thoughts can not be describable, should I say something or can not as still searching for the words.
If I said that you are the most beautiful in the entire universe still you are not feeling anything. You are looking into yours beauty and falling deep within it and yours hair still remembering me the wide sense of gratitude we both have under the moon, the beauty of yours.
If I said that was my happiest moment in my life in terms of literacy and education still this praise is only minimal one sand of a deep ocean. You see it a story beyond nothing more to it and the story of ours has been becoming one voyage may be deep in the past but still that is my present.
Literature and education:I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep.
You are by the fellow traveller and been goddess to me, though I know I have lost you in literacy and education terms but still am speech less, as I cannot say more than these words.
I have been speech less or losing my sound but still amusing you well within my past and that is becoming my present and am I holding it and will not let it bury inside the deep dark past.
I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep in the polite ways of literacy and education. We shall rise refreshed in the morning. I wake up every morning at nine and grab for the morning paper.
Then I look at the obituary page. If my name is not on it, I get up. Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.
