drifting off into space. zoning in and out. not really paying attention. moving along and not noticing. a tumble weed moving through the dessert. drifting around a turn with a fast car.
i have a hard time drifting off to sleep. I twist and turn until all hours. I get too hot, then i get too cold. I can’t stop thinking about something. Why, why can’t i just sleep?
I was drifting in the wind as graceful as can be. My stem spread wide and floating through. I have a seed on top of me so when I fall a beautiful apple tree will come and feed the hungry kids in Africa, I am an apple tree leaf.
She seemed to be drifting further and further away from the ones who loved her. Unable to reach through the armor she’d shield around her, the family stood back and wept at the inevitable.
I like to think I have a definite purpose in life, but often feel like I am drifting from one problem to the next. It doesn’t matter how hard I try I drift from one thing to the next without achieving anything.
The raft dritfed down the river, floating onwards calmly. Despite the bright autumn sunshine making the frosty stones on the banks glimmer like diamonds, I was utterly miserable. My clothes were soaked with iy water and I was shiverring on my makeshift raft.
The sky is adrift. It swims over us, a swirling mass of endless gasses. We know what it is and all it holds, we know what other worlds are out there floating alongside us. But we don’t think about them in this moment, lying on the steady grass as the sky moves onwards.
i jump off the cliff. the tide slowly takes me further and further away from dry land. I turn to my back, looking up at the crisp blue sky. The wind pushing me further and further away.
As liberating as it gets. That’s what dad would say. He isn’t here any more. Here on this boat I mean. He is back on the shore doing something, anything. Anything to shut someone up. God I miss him. I wouldn’t tell him that. Or even you. Why I am I telling you? I guess because your the only other shipmate.
I am drifting.. I always have been. No real stability.. In and out of others lives.. I always hope someone will find me worth while enough to find me.l.
I floated. Higher and higher I soared, above anyone else’s influence. Drifting along my path of serenity. I was flying, above the blue, above the clouds, above the stars I had once longed to be with. I flew faster. I stood taller. I soared higher, my feet no longer on the hallowed ground. Until I was drifting along, as calm as I’ll ever be.
Out from a moonlit sky, flew a large vulture. A feather dropped from it’s tattered back and, drifting through the cold night, landed on top of a cactus. The cactus ate the feather and returned to it’s solitary ways.
i’ve been drifting to find home, without success so far. and i admit i liked the way how i drifted, and couldn’t imagine myself not drifting. but i’m getting tired of drifting. or rather, i began to want something different from drifting, if not settling.
On the water? A boat…like today on the ferry. Or maybe it’s metaphorical, like I’m drifting through life right now cause I have no idea where I’m supposed to end up, probably like a lot of people. Kind of scary – I thought I would be better at real life.
Freedom. Floating, like a leaf in the wind. How I yearn to be free, to taste the winds of the world. How would they taste, feel and move? I wish I could fly on them feel the rushing air surround me and carry me away. Far away. From life’s worries and problems. I dream of freedom from the binds that hold me here. The binds that secure me here. I want to drift away, to another place another time another world. Why can my mind drift away from here but not take my body with it? I have seen amazing things and amazing places but only inside my mind, my body hasn’t experienced them.
Sam was determined to live his life drifting. Why force it when the tide of life will carry you. Onward, ever onward into the future. He wondered for a moment if he could go drifting into the past, but decided that would be boring.
i feel myself drifting towards nothing. Honestly that has to bee my biggest fear. Amounting to nothing, never making an impact. Realizing that fact that I was born had little to no affect on the world. It stings.
Drifting through the sea on a glossy, blue whale,whistling a tune along with the waves ,a perfect harmony.When will a sign in the distance show? When will I find that place on the horizon to set down my worry? Take a rest,move on and forever more live with no regrets,no remorse no heartache.I look off into the daunting waves,the resonance drowning my thoughts,like a seagull snatched them up and flew away,leaving me drifting off to sleep, while my sorrow drifts out to sea with the tide.
like sleeping but not the space of time between the one reality and another where nothing is ever set and anything can change like life without people ever knowing how close it is how easy to reach but never do we reach for it try to grasp on at the end of our dreams …much like childhood so easily given up without regard to how truly unique it is.
as i was drifting through the sea, i heard a weird sound. it was a shark, biting a chunk of my leg. i screamed and shouted for help. but of course none came. and, i lost a chunk of my leg. alas, the shark escaped my wrath.
I’ve never known a man who knew where he was going and wasn’t lying about it. face it, man, you’re as lost as the rest of us. you’re dragging your feet through your stressful job so you can pay for food and a woman. if you’re lucky that woman will give you kids and you’ll pay for them too. you’ll turn forty and buy a nice car then you’ll sell it. then you’ll retire and those kids will be paying for your as and you’ll buy that car back. you’ll learn one song on the piano and play it ’til you die. we’re all drifters and don’t even get the benefit that comes with a lack of family or social security number.
but come over if you’re bored. we’ll have hot dogs and beer and I’ll play my song and you play yours and we won’t be merry but we wouldn’t know it if we were.
Drifting
side to side,
watching as all worlds collide.
Drafting
your every shot,
your every move,
your every thought.
Deciding
where you stand
on this earth we all obsess over.
Drifting! That’s the word. She couldn’t remember it last night, as she explained to Alice. She would kick herself now, it had been on the tip of her tongue and had kept her awake for an hour. She’d been drifting for her whole life, collecting no loved ones, amassing no fantastical moments. It was always just her; silly Sylvia, with her ice-cream hair and meek smile.
I wish I hos be drifting off to sleep at this very moment. However, my insomnia prevents thst every night. It’s such a hassle, sleep deprivation just makes school and everyday life that much harder.
Drifting back and forth, like some ghostly limb suspended eerily in the water after its earthly father left it behind. Only further and further away from its place of origin.
drifting off into space. zoning in and out. not really paying attention. moving along and not noticing. a tumble weed moving through the dessert. drifting around a turn with a fast car.
Floating
circling
Lost and without hope
Scared and alone
don’t know what to do
Haven’t got a plan
i’m just drifting
my mind is drifting away. surprisingly fast. First thing I loose is rationality, then security, then myself.
test
i have a hard time drifting off to sleep. I twist and turn until all hours. I get too hot, then i get too cold. I can’t stop thinking about something. Why, why can’t i just sleep?
I was drifting in the wind as graceful as can be. My stem spread wide and floating through. I have a seed on top of me so when I fall a beautiful apple tree will come and feed the hungry kids in Africa, I am an apple tree leaf.
She seemed to be drifting further and further away from the ones who loved her. Unable to reach through the armor she’d shield around her, the family stood back and wept at the inevitable.
thinking of song across the universe.images drifting…
I like to think I have a definite purpose in life, but often feel like I am drifting from one problem to the next. It doesn’t matter how hard I try I drift from one thing to the next without achieving anything.
I was in the atmosphere
Breathing in the air that was
Familiar to me,
As I floated off into the sky.
I continued to drift off into the starry sky
Unable to breathe any longer,
But now I am one with the universe.
watching Alcatraz its fun and interesting, however, my colleges are working for their task. Meanwhile, im thinkin what Chelsea would do 2night.
There I was, sitting on a canoe, drifting out to sea. The aquamarine hue of the water dazzles my
The raft dritfed down the river, floating onwards calmly. Despite the bright autumn sunshine making the frosty stones on the banks glimmer like diamonds, I was utterly miserable. My clothes were soaked with iy water and I was shiverring on my makeshift raft.
The seaweed drifting on the shore gave Lexi pause. She didn’t know why it caught her eye, but it did. Innocuously, it stared back at her.
The sky is adrift. It swims over us, a swirling mass of endless gasses. We know what it is and all it holds, we know what other worlds are out there floating alongside us. But we don’t think about them in this moment, lying on the steady grass as the sky moves onwards.
I am drifting away in space.
Drifting is like going away or being distracted. Commomly used as an abstract
“Drifting”, another word to describe irresponsibility.
i jump off the cliff. the tide slowly takes me further and further away from dry land. I turn to my back, looking up at the crisp blue sky. The wind pushing me further and further away.
As liberating as it gets. That’s what dad would say. He isn’t here any more. Here on this boat I mean. He is back on the shore doing something, anything. Anything to shut someone up. God I miss him. I wouldn’t tell him that. Or even you. Why I am I telling you? I guess because your the only other shipmate.
I am drifting.. I always have been. No real stability.. In and out of others lives.. I always hope someone will find me worth while enough to find me.l.
I floated. Higher and higher I soared, above anyone else’s influence. Drifting along my path of serenity. I was flying, above the blue, above the clouds, above the stars I had once longed to be with. I flew faster. I stood taller. I soared higher, my feet no longer on the hallowed ground. Until I was drifting along, as calm as I’ll ever be.
Out from a moonlit sky, flew a large vulture. A feather dropped from it’s tattered back and, drifting through the cold night, landed on top of a cactus. The cactus ate the feather and returned to it’s solitary ways.
i’ve been drifting to find home, without success so far. and i admit i liked the way how i drifted, and couldn’t imagine myself not drifting. but i’m getting tired of drifting. or rather, i began to want something different from drifting, if not settling.
On the water? A boat…like today on the ferry. Or maybe it’s metaphorical, like I’m drifting through life right now cause I have no idea where I’m supposed to end up, probably like a lot of people. Kind of scary – I thought I would be better at real life.
Freedom. Floating, like a leaf in the wind. How I yearn to be free, to taste the winds of the world. How would they taste, feel and move? I wish I could fly on them feel the rushing air surround me and carry me away. Far away. From life’s worries and problems. I dream of freedom from the binds that hold me here. The binds that secure me here. I want to drift away, to another place another time another world. Why can my mind drift away from here but not take my body with it? I have seen amazing things and amazing places but only inside my mind, my body hasn’t experienced them.
i was drifting along the narrow way when suddenly i came upon a girl who looked so frightened and alone i couldn’t help but ask her name.
Sam was determined to live his life drifting. Why force it when the tide of life will carry you. Onward, ever onward into the future. He wondered for a moment if he could go drifting into the past, but decided that would be boring.
We drifted away, down the river on a plank of wood as we held each other and whispered silently.
drifting into the nothingness of the light
falling into the abundance of liveliness
i don’t think I will find separation between the both
i feel myself drifting towards nothing. Honestly that has to bee my biggest fear. Amounting to nothing, never making an impact. Realizing that fact that I was born had little to no affect on the world. It stings.
drifting beyond the sea
mirror of us without you in them
wolves without their key
lets just go to sleep
Drifting through the sea on a glossy, blue whale,whistling a tune along with the waves ,a perfect harmony.When will a sign in the distance show? When will I find that place on the horizon to set down my worry? Take a rest,move on and forever more live with no regrets,no remorse no heartache.I look off into the daunting waves,the resonance drowning my thoughts,like a seagull snatched them up and flew away,leaving me drifting off to sleep, while my sorrow drifts out to sea with the tide.
is something strange…vague and…unfinished
like sleeping but not the space of time between the one reality and another where nothing is ever set and anything can change like life without people ever knowing how close it is how easy to reach but never do we reach for it try to grasp on at the end of our dreams …much like childhood so easily given up without regard to how truly unique it is.
as i was drifting through the sea, i heard a weird sound. it was a shark, biting a chunk of my leg. i screamed and shouted for help. but of course none came. and, i lost a chunk of my leg. alas, the shark escaped my wrath.
I’ve never known a man who knew where he was going and wasn’t lying about it. face it, man, you’re as lost as the rest of us. you’re dragging your feet through your stressful job so you can pay for food and a woman. if you’re lucky that woman will give you kids and you’ll pay for them too. you’ll turn forty and buy a nice car then you’ll sell it. then you’ll retire and those kids will be paying for your as and you’ll buy that car back. you’ll learn one song on the piano and play it ’til you die. we’re all drifters and don’t even get the benefit that comes with a lack of family or social security number.
but come over if you’re bored. we’ll have hot dogs and beer and I’ll play my song and you play yours and we won’t be merry but we wouldn’t know it if we were.
Drifting
side to side,
watching as all worlds collide.
Drafting
your every shot,
your every move,
your every thought.
Deciding
where you stand
on this earth we all obsess over.
Drifting! That’s the word. She couldn’t remember it last night, as she explained to Alice. She would kick herself now, it had been on the tip of her tongue and had kept her awake for an hour. She’d been drifting for her whole life, collecting no loved ones, amassing no fantastical moments. It was always just her; silly Sylvia, with her ice-cream hair and meek smile.
I wish I hos be drifting off to sleep at this very moment. However, my insomnia prevents thst every night. It’s such a hassle, sleep deprivation just makes school and everyday life that much harder.
Drifting back and forth, like some ghostly limb suspended eerily in the water after its earthly father left it behind. Only further and further away from its place of origin.