varsh46
What is the thread that holds your life together? The thread that holds yourself together? For me I think it's my family. If I didn't have mine, I'd be torn apart.
My worst punishment would probably losing my parents' trust. Or love. I don't think I could survive without those. At least for now. Maybe when i'm older my view of the world will be different so I can handle different punishments.
I'm near. I'm close. I'm not far away. From what, you ask. I don't know either. I'm thinking I might be near the end.
"Eureka!" he exclaimed, bending over the rock.
They were out in the middle of the desert searching for the remains of an ancient creature.
"What a great discovery!"
"I want answers," she said, "and I want them now."
"I have no idea what you are talking about! Please! Just let me go!" the man pleaded.
The woman gave a little chuckle, the first sign of emotion she had shown since the man's blindfold had been removed.
"Oh I'll let you go, but you don't know exactly where."
Elasticity. Elastic. The ability to stretch in different ways. Some people are elastic. Not just physically but mentally as well, if that even makes sense. Some people can bend over and twist their body in all sorts of ways. But some people can take any situation at hand and deal with it. And I mean ANY situation.
Driving is the art of going from Point A to Point B. You are in control of this mighty magnificent giant hunk of metal, also known as your car. It's your choice whether you want to crash it along the way or travel safely along from Point A to Point B. Alas, we can not conquer the inevitable; accidents may happen that are entirely accidental.
She's just like a brick in the wall. Another one of those mindless droids that follow orders without asking. But I on the other hand, I'm one of those bricks that just stick out, unlike the neat, orderly formation of the "normal" bricks.
Canvas. A blank cloth waiting to be filled up with color and the artist's expressions and feelings. I am working on a painting of my family right now. It's abstract though so the faces don't exactly look real.
Lock and key. Those two words go together as well as yin and yang, peanut butter and jelly, day and night. Most people use locks to hide stuff, or keep things secrets. Imagine a world with no secrets. Would that be paradise? or Chaos?
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