Weeks go by and I still feel nothing. I think nothing. I am an empty shell, staring at the calendar fly by. What have I lost? I lost time. I lost myself. For weeks, I am nothing. For weeks I think nothing. I feel alone. I feel alone. These weeks I have been alone.
It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen my boy, all energy and joy with a sock stuffed in his regimented hat, all quiet happiness with his kisses on my forehead. And six weeks until I see him again. No fair.
It had been weeks since the accident. I sat curled in the corner. 27 days to the day. My mom entered the room and took one look at me. “You look as if you’d seen a ghost!” My eyes widened as I looked up at her. Time couldn’t erase what I’d seen.
Weeks blur together for me. They are the Autumn leaves and the trees rustling and the cold winds and rainy storms that make my dog rest her head on my bare feet. Weeks are long and short and dull and exhilarating and somewhat of a disappointment most of the time if you just go through the motions. You wait for the next one to come because you’ve given up on this one.
I have a friend with the last name weeks. So naturally what i thinkis Ginger, but it also represetnts time periods. The perfect amount of time to set goals for myself in. Get stuff done by. Take it a week at a time. Another cycle of classes
For the last few weeks, I’ve felt unproductive. How can I work, with my mind so full? How can I think straight with all that is going on around me? Weeks turn into months, and months to years. My life is in disarray. What can I do to regain my direction??
im sick of the word weeks. ive written about it now at least 3 times because i was hoping for a new word each time, but i keep getting weeks over and over and over! and i dont have a e-mail adress so i cant submit this!!! wait… OH! HERES MY PASSWORD TO MY E-MAIL ADRESS! oh, out of time
has it been only three weeks since you left? Will I be missing you this much in three more weeks? I wonder if time is really relative? I miss our morning talks… I think, with more time, I will find myself talking to you in heaven.
a teacher in our school, the weeks turn into months adn the years fly by. when do you get to see the weeks of summer. the summer weeks go the fastest, My favorite week of the year is at the end of May. I love to see weeks fly by during the school year
What a different a week makes. One week, life is smooth; the next week is full of chaos. Just like Ohio weather… If you don’t like the weather in Ohio, just wait 5 minutes… it will change. Would we want to know the chaos coming down the pike to our lives? I think not. Would you want to know a loved one would die? Would you want to know you’d be getting a terminal diagnosis? Would you want to know that your job would be downsized away? Again… what a difference a week makes. On a positive note… that same week will be even better next week!
the weeks go by in a blur. they become months. they become years. all is prologue. everything that can happen did happen. monday, tuesday, wednesday,t hursday … who even cares anymore? they won’t ever come back. happy birthday, julie.
How strange that the weeks continue, but the words remain the same. I know Christmas is only 8 weeks away, when stressful times about gifts and travel are the occupants of so many minds. I also am comforted that Thanksgiving will be in only 4 weeks, when you only worry about a meal and spending time with loved ones. Thanksgiving is probably one of the least commercialized holidays of the year, which is why I like it so much.
There are 52 weeks in a year.. that is a great deal of time to set and reach the goals that you want to reach. Time truly flies… so remember that there are 52 and only 52 weeks so make sure that you use this time well!!
It seems like weeks since I last wrote about weeks, and yet my original thoughts have slipped away. Slipped away like the weekend has slipped. Away. Gone. And now I must to work and the new week, alas.
There are so many weeks in the year. Sometimes I spend a lot of time developing a plan for my weeks. I will break my week into 3 parts: mon-tues; wed-fri; sat-sun. There are so many things I can get done in a week this way. Agendas are important
Weeks makes me think of one of the elementary schools in this district. It also makes me think of time and how fast it goes at some points and how slow it goes at other times. I
weeks go by. summer is gone now.
now only laughing memories of my friends, packed on my school bus conversion.
burning man is gone
weeks gone by. oh how i miss you sweet sweet summer.
<3
three weeks. that’s all it would take to get where she was going. Three weeks until the end of life as she knew it. Three weeks until she could finally be the person she always knew she was meant to be.
It’s been weeks and weeks since summer! I drive through the fall fields watching cattle feeding and wonder where the time has gone. It’s an eternity till summer is here again.
It’s been weeks and weeks since summer! I drive through the fall fields watching cattle feeding and wonder where the time has gone. O for summer again! I miss
For weeks I sat here with a purpose in my mind, but I was unable to put the goal into action. Times like this always makes me feel as if I`m being deceived. Or perhaps I am the only limitation to my purpose.
The weeks have flown by since he left, but I still think about it as though it were yesterday. So much of my life has changed since then and I wonder how I would tell him about it if I ever saw him again.
weeks go by as time fleets quickly. how did i end up here? it seems as though just yesterday i was there but now i’m here as the weeks passed by me. weeks where did you go?
The weeks. How many have passed? It seems so few, but it seems so many. To not have you anymore, in one week, and to have not gotten over you in three. It all hurts, still the scars, memories, the pain. Three isn’t that many, really, but then again, there are only 52 weeks in a year.
The weeks. How many have passed? It seems so few, but it seems so many. To not have you anymore, in one week, and to have not gotten over you in three. It all hurts, still the scars, memories, the pain. Three isn’t that many, really, but then again, there are only 52 weeks in a years.
weeks and weeks passed before they managed to meet again and from that day they did meet it was days and days that they were inseperable before it would be weeks and weeks again like the last time and so it went on and on and on.
it’s been weeks since I have had a good night’s sleep. Time is fluid, and I don’t keep track of days anymore. My shoulders ache and my fingers tremble, but this paper is not going to write itself. No.
they go by. first just a few days. but now it’s weeks since you’ve talked to me. it feels like years. yyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrss.
The weeks flew by. Some students dawdled in the hallways, flip flops dangling from their feet. Others rushed to their next class. Time flew like dandelions lifted by the wind.
Weeks might as well be years.
Every second is the same.
Nothing ever changes in a significant way.
I can’t snap this cycle.
I can’t be content.
How do I help myself.
Is there any help for me?
I am damaged.
Weeks go by and I still feel nothing. I think nothing. I am an empty shell, staring at the calendar fly by. What have I lost? I lost time. I lost myself. For weeks, I am nothing. For weeks I think nothing. I feel alone. I feel alone. These weeks I have been alone.
It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen my boy, all energy and joy with a sock stuffed in his regimented hat, all quiet happiness with his kisses on my forehead. And six weeks until I see him again. No fair.
It had been weeks since the accident. I sat curled in the corner. 27 days to the day. My mom entered the room and took one look at me. “You look as if you’d seen a ghost!” My eyes widened as I looked up at her. Time couldn’t erase what I’d seen.
weeks come and weeks go by, they don’t ask questions and they don’t tell why.
Weeks have a way of turning in to months and that’s they way of weeks!
Weeks blur together for me. They are the Autumn leaves and the trees rustling and the cold winds and rainy storms that make my dog rest her head on my bare feet. Weeks are long and short and dull and exhilarating and somewhat of a disappointment most of the time if you just go through the motions. You wait for the next one to come because you’ve given up on this one.
I have a friend with the last name weeks. So naturally what i thinkis Ginger, but it also represetnts time periods. The perfect amount of time to set goals for myself in. Get stuff done by. Take it a week at a time. Another cycle of classes
For the last few weeks, I’ve felt unproductive. How can I work, with my mind so full? How can I think straight with all that is going on around me? Weeks turn into months, and months to years. My life is in disarray. What can I do to regain my direction??
im sick of the word weeks. ive written about it now at least 3 times because i was hoping for a new word each time, but i keep getting weeks over and over and over! and i dont have a e-mail adress so i cant submit this!!! wait… OH! HERES MY PASSWORD TO MY E-MAIL ADRESS! oh, out of time
has it been only three weeks since you left? Will I be missing you this much in three more weeks? I wonder if time is really relative? I miss our morning talks… I think, with more time, I will find myself talking to you in heaven.
The start of the weeks are hard. Once the day gets started it’s fine.
a teacher in our school, the weeks turn into months adn the years fly by. when do you get to see the weeks of summer. the summer weeks go the fastest, My favorite week of the year is at the end of May. I love to see weeks fly by during the school year
What a different a week makes. One week, life is smooth; the next week is full of chaos. Just like Ohio weather… If you don’t like the weather in Ohio, just wait 5 minutes… it will change. Would we want to know the chaos coming down the pike to our lives? I think not. Would you want to know a loved one would die? Would you want to know you’d be getting a terminal diagnosis? Would you want to know that your job would be downsized away? Again… what a difference a week makes. On a positive note… that same week will be even better next week!
days
years
7days
12
fly by too fast
turn to years
4 in a month
48 in a year
i think this means time is up
the weeks go by in a blur. they become months. they become years. all is prologue. everything that can happen did happen. monday, tuesday, wednesday,t hursday … who even cares anymore? they won’t ever come back. happy birthday, julie.
How strange that the weeks continue, but the words remain the same. I know Christmas is only 8 weeks away, when stressful times about gifts and travel are the occupants of so many minds. I also am comforted that Thanksgiving will be in only 4 weeks, when you only worry about a meal and spending time with loved ones. Thanksgiving is probably one of the least commercialized holidays of the year, which is why I like it so much.
There are 52 weeks in a year.. that is a great deal of time to set and reach the goals that you want to reach. Time truly flies… so remember that there are 52 and only 52 weeks so make sure that you use this time well!!
It seems like weeks since I last wrote about weeks, and yet my original thoughts have slipped away. Slipped away like the weekend has slipped. Away. Gone. And now I must to work and the new week, alas.
There are so many weeks in the year. Sometimes I spend a lot of time developing a plan for my weeks. I will break my week into 3 parts: mon-tues; wed-fri; sat-sun. There are so many things I can get done in a week this way. Agendas are important
Weeks makes me think of one of the elementary schools in this district. It also makes me think of time and how fast it goes at some points and how slow it goes at other times. I
weeks go by. summer is gone now.
now only laughing memories of my friends, packed on my school bus conversion.
burning man is gone
weeks gone by. oh how i miss you sweet sweet summer.
<3
three weeks. that’s all it would take to get where she was going. Three weeks until the end of life as she knew it. Three weeks until she could finally be the person she always knew she was meant to be.
There are many weeks in the year.
It’s been weeks and weeks since summer! I drive through the fall fields watching cattle feeding and wonder where the time has gone. It’s an eternity till summer is here again.
It’s been weeks and weeks since summer! I drive through the fall fields watching cattle feeding and wonder where the time has gone. O for summer again! I miss
For weeks I sat here with a purpose in my mind, but I was unable to put the goal into action. Times like this always makes me feel as if I`m being deceived. Or perhaps I am the only limitation to my purpose.
sea
the sea is blue
seaside is where I like to sit
I collect sea shells
Weeks… it’s been weeks since i’ve been out. I’ve been planning to go to the gym for weeks, to go to the climbing hall for weeks and to get
The weeks have flown by since he left, but I still think about it as though it were yesterday. So much of my life has changed since then and I wonder how I would tell him about it if I ever saw him again.
Weeks just go by. Comprised of months, quarters, years.
weeks go by as time fleets quickly. how did i end up here? it seems as though just yesterday i was there but now i’m here as the weeks passed by me. weeks where did you go?
The weeks. How many have passed? It seems so few, but it seems so many. To not have you anymore, in one week, and to have not gotten over you in three. It all hurts, still the scars, memories, the pain. Three isn’t that many, really, but then again, there are only 52 weeks in a year.
The weeks. How many have passed? It seems so few, but it seems so many. To not have you anymore, in one week, and to have not gotten over you in three. It all hurts, still the scars, memories, the pain. Three isn’t that many, really, but then again, there are only 52 weeks in a years.
weeks and weeks passed before they managed to meet again and from that day they did meet it was days and days that they were inseperable before it would be weeks and weeks again like the last time and so it went on and on and on.
When you are going on vacation, the weeks prior to it seem to drag on forever. You don’t want to look too into things because then the vacation seem
it’s been weeks since I have had a good night’s sleep. Time is fluid, and I don’t keep track of days anymore. My shoulders ache and my fingers tremble, but this paper is not going to write itself. No.
they go by. first just a few days. but now it’s weeks since you’ve talked to me. it feels like years. yyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrss.
The weeks flew by. Some students dawdled in the hallways, flip flops dangling from their feet. Others rushed to their next class. Time flew like dandelions lifted by the wind.
We have 2 weeks before the exam
Weeks piled up like old newspapers battered by rain and wind in the driveway.
Weeks might as well be years.
Every second is the same.
Nothing ever changes in a significant way.
I can’t snap this cycle.
I can’t be content.
How do I help myself.
Is there any help for me?
I am damaged.