leilennyb
Walls. Barriers. Things that keep us apart. Why do we even build such things around ourselves? For many years I have been wondering. Now, I have been answered. I have built numerous barriers surrounding me, and I realized that it wasn't that I wanted to keep people out. It was because I wanted to find out who cared for me enough to break them just to be with me.
People have various kinds of personalities. To which do you belong to?
Alright. Truth be told, I don't know what to write about. VARIOUS ideas keep popping into my head. *facepalm*
Fawn rhymes with yawn therefore I shall write about yawn. Don't ask me why. It's just that I just finished yawning and I don't really have anything to write about fawns. I'm sleepy therefore I yawn. I'm bored, I yawn again. I see someone yawn, I yawn once more. Do you do that, too? 'Cause I'm sure I do.
I'm on the brink of breaking apart. Barely gripping at the edge. Help me up. Don't make me fall to the unknown. Don't let them take me. Don't. Please, just don't.
Mistakes. Wrong turns. What has become of my past does not define me. I am here to stand up once more and be better than my before.
His stillness bothers me. He sat there, still as a rock. What have I done? Was there something wrong with what I just said? I tried to get his attention.
"Andrew, are you alright?"
He just looked at me with slightly teary eyes and nodded.
I have always wondered how a person can know how keen the other is. It isn't measured by grades that we receive in school nor the awards that we are given. How is it measured? How does it define the person who possesses this characteristic?
I knew a man named Mr. Grouch
He lived in a town near the forest
I always see him in a slouch
Like he never gets any rest
Some even tease him as hunchback
But behind his back, of course
Too scared to be heard and tracked
Might be trapped between gigantic doors
Wings. How I wish I had them. It would absolutely be awesome to be able to soar through the sky and forget about everything. Let the wind wipe all my worries away as I soar through the sky and feel the freedom that every bird feels.
*sigh. Oh how I wish I could fly.
Rubber band. Rubber band. It would surely hurt if it breaks in your hand.
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