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Overjoyed. I have more than enough strawberries to go around. Sweet, delicately shaped, you'd think they fell like rain drops from heaven. But yet we never feel overjoyed when it comes to the simple things in life, I wish we could stop taking things for granted.
Bleak. Leak. Tweak.
I don't find any meaning in the word Bleak. In fact the only relevance I even have to it is that I heard it in that movie, "Mean Girls" - it was said in a dialogue... in a negative tone. Thus, I think of it as gray. Old. Washed-out. If the word had a face, it would have a wirey gray mustache and bushy eyebrows.
The words fell on the paper like silk. But it wasn't that easy.
The strings still hung from the ceiling, none in which had a tie.
The decisions are still to be made. Everything hasn't fallen together, but it's not quite fallen apart.
Fall, flip, flounder.
I fall from the tree like a fucking feather.
Hes all there is for me.
And I'll continue to fall for millions of miles, never knowing, never wanting to know when I'll stop. I guess that's the beauty of forever. I'm all his darling. Falling in love because nothing is better then saying a negative word like fall (falling is unpleasant in a realistic term) and turning it into the best feeling attainable.