jaytee12394
Arts no longer has a meaning. It is only used as a term to describe expression, sometimes technique, sometimes both. Both is now rare. Not everyone can appreciate the arts. Most people just put an F in front of it and change it into farts. I`m in the arts and apparently I have no future. But money doesn`t equal success.
Ratings are phooey. Critics are simply people who failed at their own professions, thus needing to pinpoint the faults of others. But so many people believe ratings, because we all long to believe in something. Since nowadays nobody believes in God anymore. Ratings are all we have. We worship the quality of everything yet we don't understand anything.
Hi ho, hi ho. The crew worked across the deck, suntanned and strong in the summer heat. The floor swung back and forth under their buckled knees, and they laughed as they untangled coils around their feet. Some grumbled, as they had been working for 48 hours straight with no sleep. But most were happy because it was a good wrap on set today. And so the film crew dusted off the makeshift set of the pirate ship and headed back for some well-deserved rest.
Straw.
That was the colour of her hair, mixed with the golden colours of autumn, smelling like lilacs and happy memories.
Those were the days when I'd laugh as her hair brushed across my face, as we pushed each other, rolling down the hill, just children, Just friends.
But now that's all gone, and what's replaced that sweet smell of straw is an empty hole, an aching heart, and ashes, ashes. A dark abyss of depression that never ends.
Because straw burns so easily in the fire...
There was an old lady who lived across the street from me.
She had a walker but you could tell that she couldn't walk very well, her legs were rather weak.
She was assisted by a little boy in a blue and yellow shirt who barely reached up to her elbows but it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Or imagined. Because nothing like that happens in real life anymore.
Beloved. Oh so many things come to mind. Like the meaning of a lover's kiss. The gentle whisper into a newborn baby's ear. The flowers swaying in the late afternoon sun bathed in a glow of honey yellow. While sitting in the arms of the one you love, your family surrounding you as you laugh showing the pearly-whites of your teeth in the reflection of his beautiful sea-green eyes.