jhwilliams
foreign soil.
we were on foreign soil.
we had made it this far, on so little time
but now we were here.
looking around, i expected to see things that were different
but never like this
we were on foreign soil.
I have been determined only a few times in my life. We misuse this word alot, but really, it comes down to a drive inside us to do whatever it takes to accomplish this thing. That is determination.
I was determined in pursuing my wife. I was determined in pursuing my calling.
the poster hung for the world to see.
a man, wanted by those who wrote the laws, for crimes against their taste.
most people never noticed the poster, just walking nonchalantly by. but others based their entire perception of the world on them. if a neighbor or friend walked
The sound of the weights colliding with each other. Clang clang clang.
The breaths of repetition could be felt as you entered the room.
Each person beating their body into submission.
Each person defying the limits of their body.
'your cheap' she said, glancing over her shoulder in the store.
'excuse me? you don't know me.' he said looking over his glasses.
'you just seem like that type of person, i didn't mean any offense. hi' and stuck out her hand.
I promise to be strong for you.
To make sure you never fall to far,
and if you do, I'll surely pick you up.
Because strength isn't about repetitions or weights, but about stubbornness and willingness combining in a singular, beautiful fashion.
And I promise that for you.
Tables.
Topped with flowers.
Across the entire room.
People were eating off of them, leaning against them, and sitting on them.
But no one noticed the tables.
No one could pick the tables out of a lineup.
I had been to the bench only once before. When I first met you. You wore blue while the rest of the world wore green.
I sat next to you and said hello, you looked at me and took my hand.