kallaby
it was a place where she could clear her head. every time she went there she felt closer to the spirit and back to her childhood of going to temple all the time. she felt safe again. something she had not been able to feel since the day it all went to hell
i would go anywhere to be with him again. far away as i could go to be with him. the hottest place, the coldest place. anywhere he wanted to be and i would be there in a heartbeat. i would be with him anywhere, except where he actually is, heaven.
looking out across the window at sunset. everything looked like it was on fire. from the trees to the buildings in the distance. pinks and purples did a dance within the clouds. darkness was not far away.
the lights get low, so do their voices. everyone around is focused on the screen at the front. all is quiet, except for the steady breathes. a pin could drop and it would echo throughout the whole theater. attention, silence, all from the dimming of the lights.
the marble was cold on her back, but it felt good compared to the heat from chads body above her. she felt like she was in a different place. there were no obligations, no worries, just her and him together at last. she had wanted it for so long, and now she was getting it. on the floor of her ex-boyfriends kitchen...
it never gets done, even though it should. my add and the world does not want me to study. i would much rather study people than the material in front of me. just watch people go by and try to figure out who they are and what is going on in their lives. i feel like this sort of studying is much more useful than learning about whatever it is i am supposed to be studying...
the sound of a child's laughter brings me back to a time of happiness. no cares in the world, just being happy and doing whatever i want to do. laughter showed a girl that was having fun being herself. i want that laughter back.
something that holds you back. keeps you in check. like a leash around your throat, keeping you from achieving what you want. they are set by others to keep you in a place they want you to be, to be what they want from you. there is no choice, there are always rules.
the flare was up in the air. he had pulled it as a last resort. would he ever be able to get off of the island he was stuck on? would he ever be able to return to the life that was lost to him? the flare was his only hope, hos only was out.
solitaire, it always relaxed him. something about just being alone and not having to work on a team. it reminded him of when he was 7 and his grandfather taught him the game because he could not sit still. maybe thats why he liked solitaire so much..
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