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Anywhere.
The word is uttered and it flows over you,
The feeling of pure, unadulterated opportunity.
But that word....
It is as confining as it is freeing.
Because while you may dream of any place, any where...
The word can only solidify this current, mundane moment of yours.
Hearts of glass, hearts of stone.
Hearts together forever,
And hearts forever alone.
Slowly, the wide-eyed deer approached the man. Slowly, she let him lay his hand upon her. And slowly, the deer fell as the man fired his rifle into her.
Despair? I do not despair. Hope, yes, but despair? Despair is a cruel, cruel replacement for lost hope. So hope, still, friends, dare not despair. I am a first person witness that hope takes you everywhere- despair only holds you back.
we are connected.
black, and white.
dark, and light.
to and fro.
the other stops, the latter goes.
we are connected.
streams of life
love and strife
weave their way
and reshape the clay.
we are connected.
you see, the dark and light
make peace and fight
streams they sew
stop and go.
i live a very structured life, and by God, it'll be the death of me. structure rules out and dictates so many precious nooks and crannies of everyone's lives, it's amazing we just sit by and let it happen. what's meant to be free.... isn't. when humanity decides to break the shackles we've forged ourselves shall be a day of true enlightenment.
what's in an approach? does one saunter up to another, cool and collected, haughty and disdainful? or possibly shyly, with an unspoken elegance polite manner? personally, all i can do when i need to greet someone is sloppily waltz over, make an awkward gesture of kindness, and flee. everyone approaches people differently, and everyone
my teacher has a policy about grades. everyone thinks she's vile, and trust me, their thoughts are pretty candid. i think she mumbles test dates on purpose, so when you've been preparing for the big quarter exam on the 31st, you come in on the 21st to realize your world's about to go crashing down. so i guess you could say that her policy.... is about global destruction. at least i'm learning a little geography, too!
wanted. papers the color of dust fluttering into the tight faces of impatient passersby. wanted. thousands of faces sullied by their crimes flashing on discount lcd screens in homes across the country. countless broadcasting stations obliged to tell the public which of them are... wanted.
the elegant, graced figure sauntered past Heather and into the adjacent room. Heather laughed despite herself; in all that had transpired, Luna still managed to hold on to that coquettish and haughty attitude she always seemed to sport. Well, I won't let her get to me, Heather decided. Then she stormed out of the room, with a newfound pride and determination set so deep, only the wrath of God could tear it from her.
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