in a stream headed towards a common goal fighting to reach it before all others you’re dragging behind stuck on a pebble along the way, that one thing stopping you from achieving exactly what you know is best, keeping you from all you should know, should be, could be, or maybe it’s just me, maybe my image is distorted, maybe love doesn’t entail complete openness complete faith complete care complete affection indescribable passion. maybe it’s me drifting away.
Drifting…drifting off to sleep to a land where I am free. Free of these chains that bind me to memories that are unseen, memories that repress me to a place where innocence is broken and lost. Chains that are visible only by me that leave scars for others to see…a prisoner of darkness and shame, never free from all this pain. Drifting to a place where innocence is restored and I bathe in a lake of purity. I am free.
It’s been years, we always were so close. But then there was him. And you started being with him, and not with me. God knows, I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard. But you never seemed to care.
And there’s got t o be a point where I should stop trying
I can feel it, you know.
I feel us drifting apart.
Come back to me. Please.
A sallow passing wind disturbed the porcelain leaves that strewn across the pavement rattled towards her feet. A drifting heart, she stamped upon them until they were gone forever.
I woke to find my drifting on plywood far out in the sea. There were no ships, no minuscule islands, and I was sure I saw a shark pass by. How did I get here?
your eyes met mine. i felt like i was drifting off the ground. No one has ever gave me this wonderful tingling feeling til i met you. i finally felt that everything was right in it’s place, as i slowly drift into your strong arms
away on the breeze of thought wonderin g if I will land some where some time in another place or relaity wonder if the feather can really hold me long enough to go to the places i wonder about. floating, waving dreaming and living
My thoughts were drifting. I knew I should stay focused on just driving, but I couldn’t help beginning to think about Paul. What would he think if he knew? What would he do to me if he knew he wasn’t…
I have been drifting
We have been drifting…
Our whole lives really.
Everyone tries to set up this illusion for you,
that there is someplace to go, this one person you must meet, and a thousand things to get done to reach the end
But simply, when you drift
It all floats along with you.
Sometimes I think we are just drifting through this life
Almost as if we have no control over it
The things we do to make it our own are an illusion
We are where we are supposed to be, but we cannot change that
You and I must travel this path together
I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else but you
My soul drifts from the hate and to the love you give. I am happy, drifting, wandering, loving and forgetting aimlessly. I am nothing without you, God. <3
There is only about six weeks left in school and this school semester seems to be drifting away. Time flies by so fast when you are not fixed on getting something over with. Even though this semester was not that bad, I hope that the summer do not drift away.
drifting downstream on a boat with my best friends, catching fish and enjoying the summer sun. The soft breeze blowing through the valley mixed with the light coat of water on my skin is just enough to keep me from sweltering. it’s just another ideal summer day.
In stasis, as in water, suspended. It’s as though time has stopped down here; I eddy and flow with the current. Yet up there, through a glass darkly, time moves. How do I cut the cords?
I was drifting to sleep when I felt my cat jump up on the bed. She loves to lay next to me and be petted, and it helps me sleep when I can feel her purring. She’s so sweet.
skating in the stratums of stratospheres. redundant? or are you stuck in your own troposhpere? what drifts is what leaks from particle to particle. like dark matter. the universe is ruled by stars.
The words cannot contact with the floor , with the roots. There is just mist that hovers above the grasses and the cold mud. White, bluish tendrils hesitantly float to the tips of the shrubs, but the wind shrivels and curls the mist. Soon it is heavy and thick, heaping under the umbrellas of the trees.
and such we are; no anchor. this is our sea; those waves, they wash our broken hearts up on softer shores, abstract in our sorrows, drifting in and out of reality on stranger tides.
away into the mist of life not realizing how far you will go and just ending up on the other side of your mind. don’t even realize what you’ve done until you are already drifting away….further….away.
The afternoon was warm and Cathy found her mind drifting. She’d been tired, so tired, and she only meant to lie down for a minute or two. But that was half-an-hour ago.
When things happen and people aren’t close anymore. Out to sea. Driftwood but it’s never rotting. It’s always happy and salty and soggy and soft and intact cause no one is bothering it. Drifting off to sleep in an endless……motion….floating. Away. Gone. Repeat.
Lack of motion, lackadaisical and the only thing that exists is a clear, soft green, the color of fresh cut grass and tumbles in the spring and eyes that jump at each and every turn.
There is a fork in the road, she thinks, and if I were to exist on both sides, I would be invincible.
As I wandered away from the busy streets, the people walking hasty in the sidewalk, I could not but think about you. About your green earl tea smile, and the sound of your voice, chiming away in my ears, the way your eyes shined when the street light hits them exactly. I was awaken by the morning train. It was the sound of drifting away.
They were drifting closer to each other, and Lan could see it with his own two eyes. He could see Bekka companionably nudging Perren by the shoulder; he watched Perren’s playful antics no longer bother Bekka as much. It saddened him and intrigued him to see his best friends becoming so close. He knew it would happen. They were too perfect for each other.
i feel like i’m drifting through my life. i don’t think about most things, and when i do i just feel weird about it. like it’s not really me doing the thinking. i don’t know what that means, but it scares me a little bit. i just keep wondering if i’m dreaming, and i’ll wake up like rip van winkle to a whole new world.
She was just drifting off when it happened. There was a crash, and then the sound of scrambling. She was on her feet before she had time to think about what she was doing.
You’re driftwood, just driftwood, floating in the sea – or something like that. It was S.’s song for G., but it became his song for me – with time, as he kept singing it and singing it, I realised that it was becoming more and more for me. Just driftwood, floating in the sea…
I do not drift asleep
but all the time
in my waking life
i drift off into my vast mind
and glide on beautiful imagery of unreal scenarios
i drift into a world where everything is beautiful and i am appreciated with my imperfections and strive for omniscience
the farther you drift
the closer you will get to finding what you’re looking for
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication.
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.
Excuse me while I go melt at that man’s words, perfectly describing everything I have and have not known, beautifully executed, heartbreakingly true.
Floating… Falling…. Always.
in a stream headed towards a common goal fighting to reach it before all others you’re dragging behind stuck on a pebble along the way, that one thing stopping you from achieving exactly what you know is best, keeping you from all you should know, should be, could be, or maybe it’s just me, maybe my image is distorted, maybe love doesn’t entail complete openness complete faith complete care complete affection indescribable passion. maybe it’s me drifting away.
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Drifting…drifting off to sleep to a land where I am free. Free of these chains that bind me to memories that are unseen, memories that repress me to a place where innocence is broken and lost. Chains that are visible only by me that leave scars for others to see…a prisoner of darkness and shame, never free from all this pain. Drifting to a place where innocence is restored and I bathe in a lake of purity. I am free.
It’s been years, we always were so close. But then there was him. And you started being with him, and not with me. God knows, I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard. But you never seemed to care.
And there’s got t o be a point where I should stop trying
I can feel it, you know.
I feel us drifting apart.
Come back to me. Please.
what a funny word. drifting. its slow, gradual and steady. almost as if nothing’s happening, you barely realize it, but a small part of you knows.
A sallow passing wind disturbed the porcelain leaves that strewn across the pavement rattled towards her feet. A drifting heart, she stamped upon them until they were gone forever.
Clouds drifting across a periwinkle sky like forgotten candyfloss wander through the hearts of the quiet and lonely.
I woke to find my drifting on plywood far out in the sea. There were no ships, no minuscule islands, and I was sure I saw a shark pass by. How did I get here?
your eyes met mine. i felt like i was drifting off the ground. No one has ever gave me this wonderful tingling feeling til i met you. i finally felt that everything was right in it’s place, as i slowly drift into your strong arms
away on the breeze of thought wonderin g if I will land some where some time in another place or relaity wonder if the feather can really hold me long enough to go to the places i wonder about. floating, waving dreaming and living
My thoughts were drifting. I knew I should stay focused on just driving, but I couldn’t help beginning to think about Paul. What would he think if he knew? What would he do to me if he knew he wasn’t…
I have been drifting
We have been drifting…
Our whole lives really.
Everyone tries to set up this illusion for you,
that there is someplace to go, this one person you must meet, and a thousand things to get done to reach the end
But simply, when you drift
It all floats along with you.
Sometimes I think we are just drifting through this life
Almost as if we have no control over it
The things we do to make it our own are an illusion
We are where we are supposed to be, but we cannot change that
You and I must travel this path together
I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else but you
My soul drifts from the hate and to the love you give. I am happy, drifting, wandering, loving and forgetting aimlessly. I am nothing without you, God. <3
There is only about six weeks left in school and this school semester seems to be drifting away. Time flies by so fast when you are not fixed on getting something over with. Even though this semester was not that bad, I hope that the summer do not drift away.
drifting downstream on a boat with my best friends, catching fish and enjoying the summer sun. The soft breeze blowing through the valley mixed with the light coat of water on my skin is just enough to keep me from sweltering. it’s just another ideal summer day.
directionless wordless impotent screaming she. where sentence thought begin?
In stasis, as in water, suspended. It’s as though time has stopped down here; I eddy and flow with the current. Yet up there, through a glass darkly, time moves. How do I cut the cords?
I was drifting to sleep when I felt my cat jump up on the bed. She loves to lay next to me and be petted, and it helps me sleep when I can feel her purring. She’s so sweet.
skating in the stratums of stratospheres. redundant? or are you stuck in your own troposhpere? what drifts is what leaks from particle to particle. like dark matter. the universe is ruled by stars.
The words cannot contact with the floor , with the roots. There is just mist that hovers above the grasses and the cold mud. White, bluish tendrils hesitantly float to the tips of the shrubs, but the wind shrivels and curls the mist. Soon it is heavy and thick, heaping under the umbrellas of the trees.
GTA, drifting cars, NFS carbon Fast and the Furious, Drifting wood in a river.
do you think i’ll ever land?
“no,” he or she said, and twirled the colors of the hot air balloon on his or her finger. fire-touch. whoever it was, smiled like it was okay.
and so we floated on.
I drift through the room like a cloud. That’s all I ever do, drift through life. Almost like sleep walking. I am just a shadow.
and such we are; no anchor. this is our sea; those waves, they wash our broken hearts up on softer shores, abstract in our sorrows, drifting in and out of reality on stranger tides.
away into the mist of life not realizing how far you will go and just ending up on the other side of your mind. don’t even realize what you’ve done until you are already drifting away….further….away.
The afternoon was warm and Cathy found her mind drifting. She’d been tired, so tired, and she only meant to lie down for a minute or two. But that was half-an-hour ago.
Drifting away at sea, far, far away from home. In her thoughts, just drifting through memories and old friends. Wishing she could restart brand new.
away flotsam away away into the sun away into the horizon drifting away away away…away like a feather. away like a leaf.
When things happen and people aren’t close anymore. Out to sea. Driftwood but it’s never rotting. It’s always happy and salty and soggy and soft and intact cause no one is bothering it. Drifting off to sleep in an endless……motion….floating. Away. Gone. Repeat.
Lack of motion, lackadaisical and the only thing that exists is a clear, soft green, the color of fresh cut grass and tumbles in the spring and eyes that jump at each and every turn.
There is a fork in the road, she thinks, and if I were to exist on both sides, I would be invincible.
As I wandered away from the busy streets, the people walking hasty in the sidewalk, I could not but think about you. About your green earl tea smile, and the sound of your voice, chiming away in my ears, the way your eyes shined when the street light hits them exactly. I was awaken by the morning train. It was the sound of drifting away.
They were drifting closer to each other, and Lan could see it with his own two eyes. He could see Bekka companionably nudging Perren by the shoulder; he watched Perren’s playful antics no longer bother Bekka as much. It saddened him and intrigued him to see his best friends becoming so close. He knew it would happen. They were too perfect for each other.
i feel like i’m drifting through my life. i don’t think about most things, and when i do i just feel weird about it. like it’s not really me doing the thinking. i don’t know what that means, but it scares me a little bit. i just keep wondering if i’m dreaming, and i’ll wake up like rip van winkle to a whole new world.
She was just drifting off when it happened. There was a crash, and then the sound of scrambling. She was on her feet before she had time to think about what she was doing.
And these battle scars
Are due to these broken hearts
That have us drifting
Right in front of moving cars.
What I said was in your head
and God a miss you,
Drifting back into my bed.
You’re driftwood, just driftwood, floating in the sea – or something like that. It was S.’s song for G., but it became his song for me – with time, as he kept singing it and singing it, I realised that it was becoming more and more for me. Just driftwood, floating in the sea…
I do not drift asleep
but all the time
in my waking life
i drift off into my vast mind
and glide on beautiful imagery of unreal scenarios
i drift into a world where everything is beautiful and i am appreciated with my imperfections and strive for omniscience
the farther you drift
the closer you will get to finding what you’re looking for
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication.
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.
Excuse me while I go melt at that man’s words, perfectly describing everything I have and have not known, beautifully executed, heartbreakingly true.
Floating… Falling…. Always.
I am no longer just drifting. I am now filled with love. Love for myself and GOD. I was away for quite some time.