a fable

[plural]

As an old man walked by the beach at dawn,
he noticed a young man ahead of him
picking up starfish and flinging them into the sea.

Finally catching up with the youth,
he asked him why he was doing this.
The answer was that the stranded starfish would die
if left until the morning sun.

"But the beach goes on for miles, and there are millions of starfish,"
countered the old man.
"How can your effort make any difference?"

The young man looked at the starfish in his hand
and then threw it to safety in the waves.
"To this one, it makes a difference."

Comments

mmm

[hellarad.livejournal.com]

tell another.

i love your
little stories.

morals
in any
shape
or
form
are nice.

i wonder what
the moral in
the
story of my life
will be.

*ponders*

mmm *wink*

[plural.livejournal.com]

mmm
I already have
of course
you cant read it yet
but
everyone else
can

*evil grin*

it is terrible
being loved isnt it

nownow...

[hellarad.livejournal.com]

do i get to
see it after
you hear my
voice?

you are
once again
NOT fair.

*smirk*

*grin* mmm yep yep

[plural.livejournal.com]

you are correct
on both counts

of course
I have
not
once promised
or claimed
to
be
fair

Worship, pamper and adore you

I will

Love you
Caress you
Serenade you

I will

but
fairness
is neither
in nature

nor
in me

I prefer
to
be kind
and loving

rather
than
fair

please dont pinch me...

[hellarad.livejournal.com]

well,
fine.

i will accept that
alltho
i feel i am dreaming
to have you
the way i do.

mmm.
you're mine.

[plural.livejournal.com]

mmm
I would
feel
as dreamy
if
I didnt still have
bruises from
someone pinching me
so
I guess
I will leave
the dreaming to you
and
just force myself
to accept and realize

that this divine angel
who loves me
is
no dream
but
reality
and
that I
am
without
doubt

the
lucky
one
to
simply
hear
you say

that
I
yes
I
that geek in
the glasses
is

yours