sturmzie
he walks to and fro about the earth bringing people with him whoever wants to join. Everyone enjoys his company. How could they not. He does what he pleases without a care in the world. He seems to know everything,about everything. Except for authority;hat is one word he does not understand.
All of my failures decompose my mind, body, and spirit. I am not what I once was, but I have never been what I wanted to be. I continue to decline into what I am not sure.
The room she sat in was dark and gray. The carpet was gray. The bedsheets were gray. Even the bouquet on the table was gray. Her words were gray because nobody heard them. And her prayers were gray because she had been led astray.
I searched everywhere for it but I couldn't seem to find it. Confusion. I turned back and looked in places I had already looked, I thought I might have missed it.Frustration. I couldn't find it anywhere how could i have been so stupid to lose it. Anger. Where is love? Where is its hiding place?
Her skin was dark with natural beauty but all she could see was that she was different. Different isn't bad sweet heart, especially your kind of different. Better is different.
She was burning with passion yet she could not express it. There was nobody there for her. She yearned for that affection that everyone else had, but she kept it to herself.
He was pouring his heart out to me, but all I could think of was the bagel sitting on his desk. How deliciously tender and salty it looked. Oh, he is waiting for a reply um..."I don't know what to say, I'm sorry", and he continued with his whining.
My thoughts are demons conjured up from only God knows where. They whisper dark and painful memories and fears. They tell me that I will never know him and to be afraid because he will not help me. They tell me he will crush me like an ant in the kitchen, just minding its own business trying to survive, not knowing its own fate.
I am starving for real food. All I had was cereal and potatoes. I have no energy and all I do is sit around and feel deprived. I want meat and fruit. I can't wait for tomorrow when I can buy a big juicy burger.
My speech is interrupted by my uncontrollable sobs. I miss you and care about you. Without you I am nothing. When God created me, you were in mind.
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