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I need to venture out today, well I say need to I could put it off til another but I enjoy my routine trip to town. Always going in the same few shops, safe, familiar.
I need to venture out today, well I say need to I could put it off til another but I enjoy my routine trip to town. Always going in the same few shops, safe, familiar.
Steve works at my school. No one is exactly sure what his precise role is. Caretaker. Probably. But it doesn't seem to say enough to describe Steve. Everyone loves Steve.
All alone in the woods. I lay down and let the sun pour itself onto my face. I close my eyes. The sounds of people talking, birds chirping remind me of something.
Carousels twirl all around excited youth. I do not mind at all. Where tonight in a world full of thrills - it can carry me up, far above it all. It's a long way down from here to the sound.
Photos on the walls Mirrors to the past My guard slowly falls How long will this last.
Walking into work this morning, I was behind a man walking with his 3-4 year old daughter, when the two happened upon a puddle that even I must admit looked satisfying...
you miss the summer when sun blinked through trees, the blue grainy sky and saturated leaves, Running through meadows with your grubby knees, and,oh, Glances back and smiles from me, The corn...
Dear ___, Once when, We were; Young/ Loving/ Kind. We pronounced A love so dear. Blushing cheeks, Wet lips. A stolen kiss, Quick lift of a shirt. We were young. We were loving. We were kind.
When I was a small kid, birthdays was joyful events celebrated by the whole family. I was always eagerly waiting for the next occasion, counting days and telling people what I wanted this year.
You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile.
As he looked down at her, the dark glow of the lamp bouncing off her silky skin in such a way as to make her the perfect image of sepia.
If there are sort of music can bring u back to the fixed time spectrum. If there are kind of music trigger ur steel trap spinning around nostalgia.
The Scholar He likes trains, they give him a chance to relax and just be. No pressure to publish. No students to encourage and develop and improve.
Hello new town. Cobbles pristine, Rows of thirty. Hello old town.
Welcome to the first part of my young memories. I will basically just write a new one every time I remember something or get told something I feel significant to my life and the person I am today.
I do remember a time when I experienced joy quite regularly, it was a more innocent affair back then; honestly, the last time I can quite adamantly say I had it good was probably between the ages of...
I do remember a time when I experienced joy quite regularly, it was a more innocent affair back then; honestly, the last time I can quite adamantly say I had it good was probably between the ages of...
As we leave the winter behind, I've written a little something to remind us about what the very best parts are about.
We used to be best friends Hanging out in the parking lot like the day would never end.
Hello fuzzy friend It has come To my attention of late That you are always there When I'm not feeling so great And when I come home Or when I need a hug You help me through The colder days and...
Shut the door Turn the light off I wanna be with you I wanna feel your love I wanna lay beside you I cannot hide this Even though I try Heartbeats harder Time escapes me Trembling hands touch...
Chapter five. Both of us soldiered on and tried to lift each others spirits, we played some of our favourite childhood tracks on the gramophone.
Chapter four. "Where are we supposed to start?" I looked around at the amount of stuff that had to be sorted through and felt a sinking feeling.