kimamelia
It's the noise going off in your head. Oh no, are you late? No? Forgot something then? No? What IS it?
At times it inserts itself into your dreams. No. Not this morning. I'm just to tired.
You hear it thud against the wall. Suddenly the alarm is silenced. That's right. What's what you were waiting for. You set it for something... can't remember right now though.
It's that little warning that goes off in the back of your head when you meet someone new. That warning that tells you to smile and step back. Your safety alarm...
My life is one, big dark room...at least, that's what the girl said.I didn't see it. Fascinating, elegant, but dark? I loved her then, but could no longer. If she would just let a little sun in at her window, but..no, the pictures wouldn't have developed quite so well.
Print. Please print. You see it all over the place. Paperwork for just about any official place. They want to be able to read who you are. So please print.
To print a picture is a unique thing. Take that magical memory and transfer it from the screen to paper to be enjoyed whenever you like.
Printing...
To be dropped, right when you feel like you are the most stable and steady... those few little supporting rods that keep your life held together get yanked out from under you. And life... it just drops you. Have you ever been dropped like that? Fallen to the very bottom?
Rocket. A rocket to the moon. Something little kids dream of all the time. They could fly that rocket into the sky and see the stars. The planets. The aliens they wish were out there. Are we all so grown that we've abandoned the dream? To fly on a rocket within the stars?
"Solved!" He shouted, dropping his pen in victory. No one listened though, only the instructor, for if he was wrong, they still had a chance and should they stop then they would be giving up a large advantage.
"Not this time." she said, flipping his page over and walking away. "Try again."
"Oh... Not solved." he muttered, biting his lip and picking his pen up again. "Just a second, I've got this."
"SOLVED!" a young girl shouted from across the room. The instructor made her way over and picked up the paper.
"Solved." she agreed with a nod, and everyone stopped. Was it possible? Had the young girl really solved their problem?
The furnace was acting strangely, she thought while cleaning. It didn't usually make noises like that did it? Concerned she walked a bit closer and listened for a moment. She reached forward and tapped it. The angry noises increased. Was there a leak or something? She had no experience in this department, what was she supposed to do? "Crap." she said when the flames suddenly began to spread.
This is a word that I can identify with so easily. I get sidetracked so often. One second you are doing something so simple, like walking a plate back to the kitchen and the next you may find yourself reading or doing a load of laundry because you picked up a book along the way to put it back or your shirt that you want to wear tomorrow. The focus it takes to remove the ability to become sidetracked from your mind is nearly impossible to achieve, unless you are trying for short periods of time. Then again, many people look at getting sidetracked as a negative thing, however, it does mean that you almost never get bored. And you learn to ignore all the unfinished things you have started. You finish them another day, getting sidetracked from one to the next.
The spider is such a weird little bug. So interesting and creepy at the same time. I know plenty of people who are terrified enough of them to want to run screaming every time one is spotted. Personally though, when I see the word the only thing I can think of is... Hover Spider! I was trimming a bush once outside our old house, and after taking a limb off and revealing a bit of the trunk, I saw this spider. It was so bizarre. Every time it moved it seemed to, well, to hover. You never saw its legs move. Creepiest weird little bug ever.
Sports are a way to channel aggression. Seems to be the way men have communicated for the longest time. People bond over cheering for their teams, going to see them play. They are a wonderful way to start a love of physical activity at a young age. Sports are really very necessary to a society.
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