Dec 11, 2010
Every crash of the waves against the shore was you trying to tell me something. You were trying to tell me that this was coming to an end. I wish I had believed you then. I wish I had listened to the waves.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Dec 10, 2010
The lights were shining all around us and everything was exposed. The colour of our skin became different shades of blues and reds and greens and there wasn't a single part of our souls that could hide. We were bare; stripped of our problems. We were soft skin and a calm voice. Flesh and bones and that was it. We were exposed and free.
The lights were shining all around us and everything was exposed. The colour of our skin became different shades of blues and reds and greens and there wasn't a single part of our souls that could hide. We were bare; stripped of our problems. We were soft skin and a calm voice. Flesh and bones and that was it. We were exposed and free.
Dec 9, 2010
After a while, you know when things become repetitive. It's when you follow the same routine day by day, minute by minute. You have every move down to a science. It's when I count every step that I walk up even if I've walked them thousands of times. It's when I eat the same thing for breakfast every morning or the movements that I make before I crawl into bed alone each night. I know how to do all of these thingsso well like I know how to tie my shoes or repeat all twenty six letters of the alphabet so well. They're the things I know and the things that I am comfortanle with. Even if I may get bored of the same routines, I am comfortable and that's okay.
After a while, you know when things become repetitive. It's when you follow the same routine day by day, minute by minute. You have every move down to a science. It's when I count every step that I walk up even if I've walked them thousands of times. It's when I eat the same thing for breakfast every morning or the movements that I make before I crawl into bed alone each night. I know how to do all of these thingsso well like I know how to tie my shoes or repeat all twenty six letters of the alphabet so well. They're the things I know and the things that I am comfortanle with. Even if I may get bored of the same routines, I am comfortable and that's okay.
Dec 8, 2010
It's fifteen degrees outside and you're nowhere to be found. I haven't seen you around in a while. I wonder about you sometimes and what it is you've been thinking. What's made you change into the person you've become? As soon as the cold hit, you ran so far away and you changed with the seasons. In the spring time, you fell down with the rain. When summer came around, you were free and happy. When it was time for fall, you blew away with the leaves and now it's December and winter is here and where are you? You're gone just like the grass and the pavement beneath my feet. It's fifteen degrees outside and you're nowhere to be found.
It's fifteen degrees outside and you're nowhere to be found. I haven't seen you around in a while. I wonder about you sometimes and what it is you've been thinking. What's made you change into the person you've become? As soon as the cold hit, you ran so far away and you changed with the seasons. In the spring time, you fell down with the rain. When summer came around, you were free and happy. When it was time for fall, you blew away with the leaves and now it's December and winter is here and where are you? You're gone just like the grass and the pavement beneath my feet. It's fifteen degrees outside and you're nowhere to be found.
Dec 7, 2010
There was a blind man. He was so left out from seeing everything in the world but he didn't seem to mind. He was shielded from all the hate and the ugly. Without being able to see the small specs of beauty that were left, he was able to see all of the good inside of people he never knew without ever knowing what they looked like on the outside. In a way, I was jealous of this man and all of the bad that he didn't have to see, but in another way, I felt sad for him and the fact that he wouldn't really be able to see all of the things he was missing out on.
- I don't know
There was a blind man. He was so left out from seeing everything in the world but he didn't seem to mind. He was shielded from all the hate and the ugly. Without being able to see the small specs of beauty that were left, he was able to see all of the good inside of people he never knew without ever knowing what they looked like on the outside. In a way, I was jealous of this man and all of the bad that he didn't have to see, but in another way, I felt sad for him and the fact that he wouldn't really be able to see all of the things he was missing out on.
- I don't know
Dec 6, 2010
You fell from the sky in a shade of grey. A distant memory, a forgotten photograph that's faded away over the years. Everything you did was like watching an old silent film. I had to guess at all of the things you were saying, the things you were thinking. You acted out every scene so carefully, but I never really understood what it was you were trying to do. I watched you on screen as you became a different person; someone new that I had never seen before. You were just an old movie that never made sense and I was the reality of it all.
- this doesn't make sense. sorry.
You fell from the sky in a shade of grey. A distant memory, a forgotten photograph that's faded away over the years. Everything you did was like watching an old silent film. I had to guess at all of the things you were saying, the things you were thinking. You acted out every scene so carefully, but I never really understood what it was you were trying to do. I watched you on screen as you became a different person; someone new that I had never seen before. You were just an old movie that never made sense and I was the reality of it all.
- this doesn't make sense. sorry.
Dec 5, 2010
All of the Christmas lights lit up your face as we walked the streets that night. I've seen plenty of lights in my lifetime, but I'd never seen anything quite as beautiful as I had in that moment. The way it outlined all of your features and reflected off the snow, it was a painting waiting to be created. You're always so carefully put together, as if nothing could teaer you apart, but at that moment, if anything touched you, you would crumble straight to the frozen ground.
All of the Christmas lights lit up your face as we walked the streets that night. I've seen plenty of lights in my lifetime, but I'd never seen anything quite as beautiful as I had in that moment. The way it outlined all of your features and reflected off the snow, it was a painting waiting to be created. You're always so carefully put together, as if nothing could teaer you apart, but at that moment, if anything touched you, you would crumble straight to the frozen ground.
Dec 4, 2010
The lake is frozen over and all we can do is hope that we don't fall through. Each step is taken carefully; slowly and with caution so we don't break the ice. It's thin and melting away and if it starts to crack then you don't have much of a chance. We fall through and as we're trapped in the water underneath the ice, you look over at me and grab my hand. If we go down, we go down together.
The lake is frozen over and all we can do is hope that we don't fall through. Each step is taken carefully; slowly and with caution so we don't break the ice. It's thin and melting away and if it starts to crack then you don't have much of a chance. We fall through and as we're trapped in the water underneath the ice, you look over at me and grab my hand. If we go down, we go down together.
Dec 3, 2010
When you step outside, the chill of the air hits your skin with a rush of intensity, and for a moment, you forget to feel anything at all. It makes you wonder where it all went and how you got to that point in your life in the first place. When the weight of the world comes crashing down onto your shoulders and you don't think you can take it anymore, something in you forces you to continue holding on for just a little longer. Eventually, someone comes along to help you out and puts some of the weight on their own shoulders and while it may not help entirely, it's just enough to keep you going.
When you step outside, the chill of the air hits your skin with a rush of intensity, and for a moment, you forget to feel anything at all. It makes you wonder where it all went and how you got to that point in your life in the first place. When the weight of the world comes crashing down onto your shoulders and you don't think you can take it anymore, something in you forces you to continue holding on for just a little longer. Eventually, someone comes along to help you out and puts some of the weight on their own shoulders and while it may not help entirely, it's just enough to keep you going.
Dec 2, 2010
When the world closes its eyes, it forgets every problem it has ever had. Everyone forgets their troubles and stops worrying and even if it's just for a second, they have a moment of freedom; a moment of calmness before they're brought back into reality. When the world closes it's eyes, it dreams of moments like this. Close your eyes, world. This is it.
When the world closes its eyes, it forgets every problem it has ever had. Everyone forgets their troubles and stops worrying and even if it's just for a second, they have a moment of freedom; a moment of calmness before they're brought back into reality. When the world closes it's eyes, it dreams of moments like this. Close your eyes, world. This is it.
Dec 1, 2010
We watched as the snow fell; we stood in awe for a while at the magic of it all. The way each flake fell to the ground so smoothly, just barely kissing the earth goodnight, covering up everything that was left of it. As the disappeared, things became clearer. I realized more of the things that I wanted and didn't want. After watching for each flake to touch the ground, I could only hope that one day you'd kiss me in the same gentle way that the snow kissed the earth and in that moment, that was the only thing that mattered.
We watched as the snow fell; we stood in awe for a while at the magic of it all. The way each flake fell to the ground so smoothly, just barely kissing the earth goodnight, covering up everything that was left of it. As the disappeared, things became clearer. I realized more of the things that I wanted and didn't want. After watching for each flake to touch the ground, I could only hope that one day you'd kiss me in the same gentle way that the snow kissed the earth and in that moment, that was the only thing that mattered.
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