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Soon, I will find someone that will care for me. Soon my loneliness will disappear under my heart and open up something inside of me. Soon I'll be an adult, time goes by all too quickly. Soon I'll be free. Soon, I'll be loved. Soon, soon, soon...
Sometimes you find yourself lost without a good book to read. In times like these, you visit a library. Card in hand you touch the shelves with your fingertips as you gaze at the many titles. Which book... which book. There are far too many to choose from. You grab five, and sit down in a chair and begin to read. Hours pass, and surprisingly you've found yourself captivated in five different worlds wrapped up in our own.
Square... such an odd term. It is a shape, a meaningful symbol but perhaps it is much more than just that. We see them every day, fading in our memories. It is so simple, yet we never forget it. How I wish this applied to more than just a simple square. What if this concept applied to our entire lives. Imagine- remembering our lives in such vivid detail and in such simplicity it is... beautiful.
I used to play solitaire as a kid. I'd flip the cards around, while the rain silently poured on my window. I'd sit there, somewhat intrigued by the whole idea. But I'd also be content and relaxed. Lately, being by myself was more golden than being with anybody else.
The orchestra. What sounds more beautiful than instruments combined into one lovely song? Nothing, I would say. Sometimes I hear their songs in my head, a dull note followed by a few lovely tones of a different instrument. Sometimes the music keeps me sane. Other times, it just adds to the confusion and the paranoia that keeps my brain trapped.
Icicles... they remind me of dreams. Sometimes, they fall slowly and shatter at the end, and they don't bother to recreate themselves. But sometimes, the icicles stay in one place forever, waiting to be picked up by a person, or waiting to fall. But this isn't the way it should be.
It was only the beginning, she told me. Every night I would sit on the front step and stare out at the cold street, and look up at the moon on and ask; "When is this happiness going to end?". She would creep up behind me and look up at the moon with me, her eyes glowing with sadness. "It is only the beginning, I'm afraid." Beginnings, I think, are worse than the end.
Every day, I step outside my front door and try to think positively about myself, grab one thing that means something to me, like telling myself I'm beautiful or that I look lovely today, or my personality is fantastic. I hold onto that one thing for the rest of the day hoping that it can get me through the worst times. I'm like a bubble of optimism- I try to keep it that way but sometime I have to burst.
I sat down on the bench, the warm prints of ink still in my hand. Reading was my new favourite pass time and I wish I could have done it more often. When I read, my world would turn into theirs and create endless possibilities and my imagination would run free and wild.
Like it did when I was a child.
Many different definitions- can mean obvious, but can be 'patent pending' for an invention. I think of it mostly as the second one. I believe it's also something to do with leather. Not many people know the word, and it is not used as frequently. I wasn't too sure what it meant a while ago but I suppose I do, but the length of this post, haha. That's all I s'pose. (:
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