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I know sisters but not by birth or blood. She is a sister with me through it all.
Great thing you pulled there. Now we have to clean up your mess and you don't care.
Weird under water clown outfits floating in terror. Not breathing.
I cannot see the mountains behind the pollution. Perhaps if I move a little closer, bend upside down I will see the beauty behind what is infront of me.
She felt hapless as she stood in the rain waiting for the bus. It was late and so was she. How was she ever to arrive to the appointment on time. Perhaps her luck would turn around if only she could get to that meeting on time.
It is actually very cold today. No need for poetics. It has been raining, pouring all day. The wind howling. I will take cold rainy days almost any day, until I am ready for the sun to shine again. What a lovely, cold, cold, day.
Look at the bowtie that fellow is wearing over there. It accents the vest that hugs his broad chest. He looks as though he would arrive at a blue door with a rose. The girl would step out looking beautifully similar to Zooey Deschanel.
She seated herself down on the metal chair located just outside the cafe. She ordered a cappuccino and a scone. She was not hungry, but wanted to embrace the coffee and a snack mentality that seems to be so popular at these sidewalk cafes.
I was revved up by the moment. Who knew such a simple moment could awaken my spirit with excitement. I kept going and discovered that, at the end of it all I still felt like the same person that I was before, but I was a little more alive. I found myself excited for that feeling again.
What binds me to you? Love, perhaps. No. Maybe excitement. I am bound. No I am just lost. What I am bound to is the idea that I don't have enough. That I need more. How to unbind? I want to feel free. Be bounded only to my wings.
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