babybridgie
The diverse group of people that stood before me represented all aspects of the Earth. What is your opinion then, I ask them. Do you believe we should go upon with the plans or stop them to avoid the inevitable destruction the will cause to people of each of your lands. If we go along with it each will have to give up something, but if we stop, everyone will have to give up all.
The starry glow to his eyes captivated me. That look. I've seen that look before. Remembering where now that's the hard part. He won't stop staring at me. I've looked away a thousand times but he still is glowing.
Disney. Disney is where I've seen that look. What?
Disney.... and every chick flick ever. When do they look like that?
Is that after the big reveal "I love you seen"...?
Oh God it is...
Does this starry eyed, day dreamer of a boy love me?
The lining in the shirt was starting to fray, to fall away from the rest as though trying to cause a greater strife in my life. I had no other shirts and a job would be hard to find wearing a shirt so old and useless that even the original owner no longer wanted it. One day I would find more, but for now, maybe some old string can be used to resew it... now if I just had a needle.
I left the floor with little doubt that the job was mine. I kept thinking that the interview had gone amazingly, but their was that small voice in the back of my head screaming that something was wrong. Maybe, if I thought the job was mine, it was the possibility that I should not take the job for fear of losing my moral character.
I am interested to find out what I will write about tonight. I do not normally write anymore, but I miss it greatly... since i have not in so long I wonder what story will erupt. Will it be one I trash in just a few minutes or one I fast forward through and see the outcome of the story even as I write the beginning? Those are my favorite, when I know what I will end the story with even as I begin it.
Go for the gold. Its a saying in my family. One that can become truth for my swimmer siblings. For me, I'm not sure what it means. I pretend I want great success. But I think I would be happy with a high school job and a happy family. In my family that isn't enough though. They have worked too hard for me to be mediocre... what a hard life to try to fit into.
I feel as though I am constantly repressing my feelings. Forcing them down so I don't have to deal with them, or even express them in the ways I want too. I even repress happinest... but he makes me feel it even when I don't want too. Even when I have pushed it down so far that I question whether I am truly happy or if I am just putting on a show in the "appropriate" way to society, he makes me feel true, unfiltered happiness.
I never knew how to move forward. Everyone told me that progression, acceptance and action, were the only way to continue living. But I had to ask myself, what was the point. It never made sense. If I worked towards the future, wouldn't it fall apart just as this did. I don't understand why I would continue to try when it won't do any good.
Society has many faults. It uplifts those who are cynical but will allow those who are positive to fall, to crumble in the midst of society. The cynical find the great jobs and are praised when work is done well while it is expected of those who are positive and constantly working at such a level.
My husband walked next to me as I cried. It seemed he did not know what to do. He had never understood the destruction of death. His opinion was obvious, it was something that happened then life went on. But my father was gone. And I needed him to hold me. I threw myself into his arms as I broke down once again, such a rare feat for me, but I'm so happy he broke the silence with his embrace.
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