She was beauty woven into a living being... If only that were the case. But as I stepped towards her, opening my mouth to speak, she faced me, never moving her feet to turn. We held eachother's gaze for a few agonizing moments. It seemed as though she was just going to stare at me until I did something.
When I reached this conclusion, i decided to take a step forward. As I did so, she began to shiver. Another step, and she began to twitch anxiously. Another step, this one seemed to be all she could take. Yet, I had to know. So I took one last step, and she broke.
Her eyes flashed and her hair whipped about her head in an unfelt gale. She began to rise from the ground, shaking madly. Her eyes went white, then black. She opened her mouth to an unnatural length and a high- pitched shriek came from her. I had heard of this scream before, but no tale could ever prepare me for this. This shriek meant disaster, it meant that someone was to die.
This is the tale of how I learned of the power of the banshee.
When I reached this conclusion, i decided to take a step forward. As I did so, she began to shiver. Another step, and she began to twitch anxiously. Another step, this one seemed to be all she could take. Yet, I had to know. So I took one last step, and she broke.
Her eyes flashed and her hair whipped about her head in an unfelt gale. She began to rise from the ground, shaking madly. Her eyes went white, then black. She opened her mouth to an unnatural length and a high- pitched shriek came from her. I had heard of this scream before, but no tale could ever prepare me for this. This shriek meant disaster, it meant that someone was to die.
This is the tale of how I learned of the power of the banshee.
I'm setting here looking at a paused Телевидение screen and i soon think to myself is that the way that our life is life when we are put on hold.
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be или are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do Ты think about this journal entry that i just wrote Ты need to think about what i сказал(-а) and give me your best anwsers that Ты can give.
thnx erie морган maples
If tht's the case then why are we not able to do the work that we have been meant to do forever,
how can the people in our lives trust us for the decisions that we make in our daily lives that we live.
are we really meant to be th people that we are meant to be или are we just passing through this earth with no-where to go but down, that is what i think about when i see a paused tv.
so what do Ты think about this journal entry that i just wrote Ты need to think about what i сказал(-а) and give me your best anwsers that Ты can give.
thnx erie морган maples
Why, do things have to be so hard
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.
Betrayed
By an old friend
By an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side
Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.
Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed by my own friends
I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
In life?
Why can't things be easy
And everyone could just enjoy
Their short lives.
Betrayed
By an old friend
By an old boyfriend
It feels like the whole world
Has gone on the enemy's side
Why do things have to be so complicated?
Tears are rolling down my cheek
As life goes on,
That's what I do.
Because I feel unused, unhelpful, abandoned.
Life goes on
And even though I try
To shrug off the troubles I have had in the past,
Smiling,
Inside, I am extremely hurt
Stabbed by my own friends
I am deserted
Even though I smile
I am hurt
I am betrayed.
Hate.Disappointment.Regret.They all make up some of the worst thing in our lives...then why can't we just give it up?Give it up and just throw all our problems away?The answer is simple because this,this is reality not a fairytale или some fiction story,where the writer can just have their way over their characters like puppets.No.Not at all in reality does one have their way to control their life или the lies that people tell them.There's no stopping your troubles in life или changing the regret you've made in the past ...it's life.