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I stared into her warm brown eyes, longing for that which seperated us to be removed. I placed my hand upon the glass and she mimicked my movement. I smiled.
Im looking for a truth that such simplicity it implies. Which un-deciphered if looked upon with these own eyes, it will remain. So I must understand all which directs these eyes.
Future.
My seams have been stretched, They're begining to fray away. Like every relationship I've had, They need sewing to survive a day. When will I find the one Like in the love songs and poems I hear.
It's important to to look at ourselves when condemning others for doing something wrong or behaving in a certain way. Because, no doubt, we have all acted in such a way too.
Life... Ah life... So pure in it's base form, just existing for the very sake of existence... Only if it was so linear and indiscriminate for sentient beings such as us.
I'm sitting on a train platform, the sun can't make up its mind as to whether or not it wants to come out, although its out now and its very warm.
Close me eyes and I dream of him, Open my eyes and reality sets in. When will my wish become more than just a wish. When will my prayers become more than just a prayer. When will my day come.
Scientists now say that we in this generation are probably going to live to about a hundred years old. At least most of us.
There are 10 questions; no wrong answer. 1. Which is worse, failing or never trying. 2. If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do. 3.
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts.
I hate how much I loved you, how much that I still cared. I hated waking from a dream so real to find that you weren't there I hate that I believed you, let you fool me with your lies.
I worry about writing short stuff. I worry that, by not writing many short Opusses, I am alienating some users who do not want to read longer texts. Should I strike more of a balance.
1. It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return. But what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel. 2.
All the lonely people Where do they all come from . All the lonely people Where do they all belong .
Oh My Empty Purse.
Does anybody read these. 'Like' or comment if you do. I really think it's annoying when somebody mentions something so you feel sorry or they sway you to do what they want with out saying it.
I've never been big on life, even mine seems a little hysterical. I try to think between the lines whenever I write and trust me, my English teacher is a little too excited by the fact.
So I'm just a boring person. I have boring thoughts about boring stuff, yet whenever I open my mouth people look at me like I'm some dumb s*** and I know, it sounds like I'm retarded.
Hmmm noticed the personal blog tag so hey ho here I go. I've never been one for social networking so I don't go for all this letting people know what I'm doing every moment of every day thing.
Rain thudumped on the already shattered heart of the window pain but I could'nt help but to tear my eyes away into the blind world which once eye was.
Chapter 1. Waltzin’ Black He couldn’t sleep. He lay there wondering if there was a golden hour in which this simplest and hardest of acts could be accomplished with some ease.
The line "worried man with a worried mind" comes from a bob dylan song titled Things Have Changed Worried man with a worried mind I'm short on money but have some time.
Locked inside my mind; The outward visage, a masquerade, Shows no resemblance of the soul. Tear it open. Rip from us our masks; They cover the scars of reality, The true impact of life.