Here With You
We're on our first date, And I know we're here by fate, There's nothing I'd rather do, Than be here with you.
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We're on our first date, And I know we're here by fate, There's nothing I'd rather do, Than be here with you.
I like to think of life like a car journey; it can start off smoothly but then you can take a few wrong turns. Then, there's often arguing but soon you're back on track.
My story isn't over, It has only just begun, Time has yet to pass me by, My work is still not done. My goals remain unachieved, Aspirations unfinished, A fire is now burning, Energy not diminished.
Bags. Packing. Leaving home. Box. Cardboard. All alone. Van. People. Drive away. Hugs. Crying. You can't stay. New. Different. Paint in jars. Brush. Paper. Glowing stars. Open. Arrange.
Watch me crawl. Watch me walk. Watch me run. Very little I'll talk. Watch me think. Watch me question. Watch me discover. A new obsession. Watch me read. Watch me speak. Watch me comprehend.
People who were once a part of your daily routine are gone, they either walked out on you or life took them away.
One day, during winter, a girl and a boy sat on a bench. They were both rapped up in scarfs and hand-knitted hats. The girl was beautiful in a not-so-obvious way.
My road of life has turned straight,. Clarity, I await with breath a'bait,. For all those twists and turns,. The enemies and lovers yearned,. Narled oaks stood proud through time,.
In the picture you see above, it's me and my bestie my favourite love. We are at a family party looking great Me and Sarah my best mate.
To the corners of life I walk. Some roads are long and tiring. Others short and interesting. I gather in all that surrounds me. Piecing all the pieces together. To make sense of the puzzle.
Starting at this pebbled path. Many stones with options. Must be walked over. Left and right the branches sway. Giving glimpses of love ones. Who try to come.
The sugary sands pile up on the ocean floor, soak in the glittering salt and violent waves.
#augustwriteaday The Book of Life has chapters And you write them every day With every little detail And in every single way Iron out the rough spots For the path's not always smooth Expect some...
I lived life in a bubble,. Kept safe from all trouble,. It was better, safe, easy,. Made life seem sunny and breezy,. But it was all an illusion,. A bubble-lensed delusion,.
I sit in costa and look at the menu, Then I feel a tickle brewing in my nose.....achoo. Hot chocolate, cake, galore.
I always thought life would be just as I wanted it for me. I just let it happen without a plan and I would proceed as I began.
Paths… My path started so far away and has meandered from here to there, following an unlikely trail. Other paths were crossed and some were even followed for a while, but only for a while.
I walked many paths to reach where I belong Been through many trials, who knew I could be so strong I'm glad I led a life so full with so few regrets Taking the initiative and not hedging any...
I’m trying to find something to base my life upon, Something in this strange world that goes on and on. As the years go by and time fades away, What used to be "good days" are now filled with dismay.
One went east. One went west. One found life. One found death. Some come to a crossroads alone. Life often throws a bad dog a bone. Some will bury it for future feasting.
Doors to life. Doors to death. Doors to strife. Doors to meth. Doors to happiness. Doors to anger. Doors to a fair miss. Doors to a broken hanger. Doors to a good chance. Doors to a bad decision.
All the world's my stage, My theatre: the sky, Director may say 'Leap', And I reply, 'How high?' People are my audience, The sun and moon, my lights, An every-day sort-of actor, Without the mask and...
Your not wise, Your not stupid, Your just a fool starting on your life's journey, There will be fear, There will be bravery, There will be lust, love, hate, good and evil.
My beautiful flower. Fragile, discovering power. I've watched you grow. Cared as best I know. Nurtured and watered and fed. But it's time to plant outside instead.