He sits, staring blankly at the tray таблица seven inches from his face. He leans his head ever so slightly to the right, then ever so slightly to the left, watching the black line jump the sides of his nose. He has watched it every день of his life, always taking it for granted, never questioning its presence. But it is here, on his hands, his pants, his shirt, his nose. It is everywhere, a defining edge, Показ the ending of one yet the beginning of another. It changes from points of view, disappearing in your vision while still existing in your friend’s. It is there but cannot be touched, cannot be felt by the ones that wear it. And everybody does. Every single visible thing has at least one black line, living или dead, big или small, animated или stationary – all do. Yet no one notices. It is such a common thing that no one cares. It exists; it must have a function. But it cannot be felt, cannot be touched, so how can it be tested? How will its existence ever be proven worthy?
Maybe without it everything will just fall apart.
Maybe without it everything will just fall apart.
I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” сказал(-а) Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
“It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” сказал(-а) Grey through the door.
“I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
“Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.
upset
and so many thoughts
circling around
your head,
Ты try to make
this right,
to find the best way
so Ты could feel better,
so Ты could be free.
Pain will never
go away,
it always stays
to remember you
that life is not a dream,
life is unpredictable.
Endless questions,
so many "Why",
but the answer
we will
never find!
The strength within
will not let us crack,
life is unpredictable,
who's to say?
Today you're happy,
and yet
despair waits
stealthily
to engulf you.
But,
Ты need to be prepared.
Not only bad things
happen to bad people.
Unfortunately,
so many pure,
honored hearts
have been broken for
so many times,
in so many pieces,
and yet
they live,
they live with
their agony,
they live with
their groan,
but they live,
tho their eyes are
always sad,
their hearts are
still softly.
Therefore
they know...
Therefore
they are...
The brightest star
that shines
in the dark,
that spark of hope
for all of us
who deserve better.
When Ты look at the night sky, what do Ты see?
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When Ты stop and listen to the wind, what do Ты hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When Ты feel the sun on your back, what do Ты think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When Ты hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my сердце and soul, drifting on and on.
When Ты look at me, what do Ты see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
In my eyes,
I see the moon as a peaceful spirit,
watching over me.
When Ты stop and listen to the wind, what do Ты hear?
In my eyes,
The wind sings to me and tells tales.
When Ты feel the sun on your back, what do Ты think?
In my eyes,
The sun reaches out and gives me a warm smile.
When Ты hear a flowing stream, how does it sound?
In my eyes,
The stream is floating in my сердце and soul, drifting on and on.
When Ты look at me, what do Ты see?
In my eyes,
I see an average girl who is silently struggling inside.
But that's all in my eyes.
Pain!!
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please if Ты need advice, just try it.
the new Dear Annie
xxxxx
please if Ты need advice, just try it.
the new Dear Annie
xxxxx
