jcandrews
I am not sure if I am the Chosen One. I am sure that there are many times I have felt the sting of not being chosen.
Shapes make up our world. Providing boundaries so that we know where to begin and where we have moved on to more possibilities.
The sirens blared a warning that shook me to my very core. I could not believe this was happening. I had only heard the sirens on tv and read about them in the news. Never had I experienced it in real life….
Color me in or leave me. It is your choice. If you follow me, I will lead you into a familiar, or not so familiar, shape. Follow me, I dare you...
I did the unthinkable. Yes, I didi. I never thought I had it in me. I know nobody else thought I had it in me. What made me do it? I have no idea. Maybe it was because it was something I thought I’d never do.
Derive
Drive
Revive
Redrive?
ever
I’ve
id
Iver
evire
revere
The ferry was late. If you didn't know by checking your watch, you could tell by the twisted faces of those waiting anxiously.
Selling myself to others has always been a challenge. How do you do it and remain humble?
A pupil in a seat.
The pupil of an eye.
Both take information in and makes adjustments.
Only one understands.
My drug, the television. It calls to me when I am reading a good book. Teasing me, you know you want me.
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