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Motion is life. Everything has motion. The people rushing from place to place, too busy to watch the motion around them, too wrapped up in their worlds to realize. The animals and bugs, scrambling through their everyday lives. The trees and flowers, dancing in the wind and waving to the sky as they alone watched the motion around them. The world, as it moves slowly under its blanket, blind to the small and insignificant beings above, thinking only of it’s motion.

Posted By Emma On 07.01.2012 @ 9:16 pm

Motion is such a hugely important part of life. Hearts beat. Eardrums vibrate. lungs expand and contract. Living is motion based. Motion is beautiful or graphic or scary or all of the above.

Posted By Emma On 07.01.2012 @ 4:54 pm

cold, fear, goosebumps up my arms, smiling, happiness, love, laughing, tears, joy, life, loving, lived, warmth, risking it all, living life without fear.

Posted By Emma On 07.01.2012 @ 1:32 am

Chills can be beautiful when they come from a touch or a brush of the skin or the lips. I love the feeling of ice running down your back from where he touched by shoulder.

Posted By Emma On 06.30.2012 @ 10:42 pm

Saturday is a fun day sometimes. I get to sleep and eat and watch tv and sometimes hang out with friends, but only at night. I really like Saturday, but it goes too quickly. And there’s good movies on Saturday. And good tv. I wish everyday was Saturday, but if that were true, Saturday wouldn’t exist.

Posted By Emma On 06.29.2012 @ 10:22 pm

Saturday is beautiful. No alarms. No teachers. My ginger cat and my ex boyfriend. Lakes and climbing fences. Friends and sunsets and breakfast with my dad. Sabado desayuno.

Posted By Emma On 06.29.2012 @ 9:15 pm

is the best day of the week. Everything about it just fills me with joy, the feeling of being let free of all of my weekly cares. Even though i usually don’t do much on saturdays, i love it because i know that i could have the freedom to do ANYTHING if i wished to do so. One Saturday, in particular, changed my life forever.

Posted By Emma On 06.29.2012 @ 11:53 am

to configure something. <what a grade a dictionary definition. never exact, just a different form of the word that you don't understand. it's putting thoughts together I think.

Posted By Emma On 06.27.2012 @ 7:48 pm

He was a distributor. Not a giver though. He did not choose what things to distribute. Really, he was a selfish distributor.

Posted By emma On 06.27.2012 @ 12:56 am

Yum? Soups are good. You eat them with a spoon. Forks are not good for eating soup, unless it has got many vegetables, and even then you can’t get the broth and such. So, spoons.

Posted By Emma On 06.25.2012 @ 6:58 pm

you one minute to live. What would you do? MOst people say they would say good bye, I would tell them all to live their lives before they die just like i am. So what would you do?

Posted By Emma On 06.22.2012 @ 3:07 pm

Armpits. Everyone has them. They can be hairy, stinky, everything. Without arms, we would not have pits. Elbow pits are my favourite. Knee pits are just as good. You may be wondering why I call them that. Why not?

Posted By Emma On 06.19.2012 @ 8:55 pm

you don’t need no experience, you don’t need education. if you are a keen person, then you have it all under control. don’t ever believe you are being left behind, because in the end, being clever is better than being intelligent.

Posted By emma On 06.18.2012 @ 11:39 pm

my piano teacher is married to the mayor. It’s not everyone who gets to say that they go to the mayor’s house once a week and sit in their kitchen, waiting to play chopin for half an hour, is it? My brother once climbed on top of his house. This is a small town.

Posted By Emma On 06.16.2012 @ 10:41 am

It was huge, with a light airy feel that made me feel immediately at home. I looked around but he didn’t seem to be here yet, not that that was such a bad thing really. it gave me time to look for the angel that i knew would be here somewhere. Or at least i hoped.

Posted By emma On 06.14.2012 @ 9:33 pm

if i could make a sculpture out of all of the unopened, wasted straws at work that i have to throw away even though they are probably still sanitary, I could eventually make a beautiful replica of the tower of London.

Posted By Emma On 06.13.2012 @ 8:59 pm

straws are the most peculiiar things. they come in many colors shapes sizes and can be quite useful for a variety of things. If i were a straw i would want to be pink. or purple. id want to be curvy and bendy all at once.

Posted By Emma On 06.13.2012 @ 2:19 pm

i love straws they are so nice especially crazy straws oooh with chocolate mily YUM YUMYUMYUMYUMYUMYUMYUMY some are white or black purple green yellow red etc, whats you r favorite straw? plain? curly ? white ? TEEHEE OH MY GOSH LOL

Posted By Emma On 06.13.2012 @ 1:31 pm

This is a brief entry, about a not-so brief subject: I’m going to break up with my boyfriend of eight months, and instead pursue an ex-convict. Brilliant. But it feels so right. So let the hate begin, I’m all about making rash decisions because of my gut feeling.

Posted By Emma On 06.12.2012 @ 3:11 pm

The sweet cozy haven. Baby birds emerge from beautiful, cracked shells.

Posted By Emma On 06.10.2012 @ 9:53 am

A bird’s haven. Mothering birds. Eggs. Robins. Blue jays. The home of so many animals. Built twig by twig. Outdoor home…

Posted By Emma On 06.10.2012 @ 9:48 am

Chatting is something I love to do. I live alone and sometimes I can be alone for a long time and not chat with anyone .. which can mean I get very chatty when I eventually see someone. I have actually just been chatting with my mum on the phone – we talked each other’s ears off and put the World to rights .. but it was nice!

Posted By Emma On 06.09.2012 @ 10:42 am

It’s my sould beng poured onto a page. It’s my thoughts being blurted out into words without thinking about it. Emptying is the release of everything- good and bad. It is life, emptying until you have nothing left

Posted By Emma On 06.05.2012 @ 9:36 am

The sky swirls, stars falling, failing, vanishing from sight as they cease to be, their lights blinking one last time before they go, the sky emptying of their brilliance. The earth grows dark, darker, darkest, until there is nothing left.

Posted By Emma On 06.04.2012 @ 3:19 pm

pouring out from a glass bottle, dripping to the ground below, emptying all things into a surface that cannot hold it, will simply absorb it, or let it roll off into a puddle of it’s own creation. The glass is clear, allowing the liquid within to be seen before it slips out of the wide neck, pouring into the nothingness that waits for it. Lost forever in this form, emptying into the world, changing with each drip, each drop, each atom. Empty, the bottle stands empty, a faint residue at the base that shows what once was there and now is gone.

Posted By Emma On 06.04.2012 @ 3:15 pm

There are many things that we do in our lives out of necessity, such as going to work, shopping, feeding the family and doing the chores. However, these things really pale into insignificance, in proportion to all the things that we do simply because we want to, because we love to, or love the people we do it for.

Posted By emma On 06.03.2012 @ 4:21 am

conviction, the passion about something and know you are right. when you know, and even if the others around you can’t see it, YOU know. You know and care and wouldn’t change your mind for the world. You have Conviction. And there is nothing better. The world needs more people like you.

Posted By Emma On 06.01.2012 @ 11:29 am

My dilemma. Our dilemma. The world’s dilemma. Dilemma. It seems to be all the world cares about.

Posted By Emma On 05.29.2012 @ 3:22 am

My name is Emma. Some people call me dilemma, because I’m always getting in a pickle!

Posted By Emma On 05.28.2012 @ 3:28 pm

As I stood in front of the mirror, light streaming through my penthouse window, I stared at the tears flowing down my face. This was wrong. I felt it. This wasn’t who I was meant to be. I had dreams, damnit! And yet, here I was, my husband’s dead hand clasped in mine, transforming before my eyes.

Posted By Emma On 05.27.2012 @ 9:45 pm