solegarden
He lived to tell the tale, isn't that the whole delightful purpose to having tragedy hit you in your softest most protected spaces. The story is long, evocative, and brilliant, and is basically all he has left.
It was just a matter of lacking in patience as she ran a stop light in the middle of school rush hour traffic. She was moving slowly when she crossed the intersection but how could she have just started moving when it wasn't her turn. She could have killed somebody.
If it fits in your schedule today, I would like to take your world and turn it completely upside down and show you all of the things you have been missing. Can I do that for you, just this once, because maybe if you see how it's done you can do it on your own next time, and you would realize a never ending process of magic.
jazz hands - the big finish - seems like this routine has been done to death, but it still has so much appeal that kind of transcends time - gotta love broadway
the waiter chose to ignore me. I guess I need to be a bit more forceful with my desire to order, but funny, I thought lunch was supposed to be fun not forceful. I don't want to have to fight for lunch.
I hold myself hostage all the day through, I never let me out of my own sight, constantly keeping watch over every action and thought. Sometimes I wish I could escape.
He wanted to help but he couldn't get out of his own way to take that first step out the door. Meanwhile the people stopped screaming on the second floor of the burning building across the street.
I watch you. You see me but you pretend you don't. It is a game and we both get something from it. And no one else needs to know.