pianoprincess977
I walked by row after row of jail cells. I looked into the hopeless faces begging for some mercy. I tried to see one tiny bit of confidence in these people, locked in the cold, dusty old cells, but I could not. "cell b-17" the man said, announcing my destination. he opened the cell door with a rusty creak. "Hello Father." I spoke.
I've always been able to predict what could happen to someone in the future. I suppose that's not the best way to explain it, but words can't describe what I can do. Its sort of a sixth sense, where I see patterns in peoples actions, and I can tell what their next move is going to be. Who knew that having that ability could ruin my life?
little kids have this strange sense of belief, where they can, and almost always will believe everything they see. Show them a magic trick, they believe in magic. Tell them about fairies, now that's real too. Its almost tragic, that when they see how twisted the human beings mind can be, and how deceitful a person could behave, they start to lose their trust, and along with that, their tendency to believe.
I wonder where I would be right now, if I said that one thing that was on my mind, at that certain moment. Where would I be if I geld the door open for her? Would I be typing this now, if that person in my life hadn't moved? I wonder...
I wonder how you are feeling right now.
I wonder where you are.
I wonder why I am wondering about you.
I wonder, if you know that you are the only constant thing running through my cluttered mind.
I wonder if you wonder about someone.
I watched in wonder, as she danced across the floor. Smiling with such beauty, and moving with such grace. Gazing with those wonderful eyes into another pair, that happened to be my brothers eyes. From that day on I hated my brother.
didn't I write about this yesterday?
the train was earsplitting as it bounded down the rusty tracks. The brakes squealed in terror as it failed to come to a stop, and my little brother failed to jump off the tracks in time.
loud, mind boggling, and earsplitting, the train raced down the railroad track. I watched as it failed to slow down, and my baby sister failed to jump off the track in time.