wduct40
Why does everything have to be practical. How is it practical to lie in the sun, stretched out like a beach blanked? How is it practical to drink a rich glass of red wine while staring into a fire. How is it practical to curl next to the love of your life and wish the moment never had to end.
serene, calm, light, flowing
peaceful, smooth, ever growing
the forest houses many things
scaly things and things with wings.
who knows what tomorrow brings
when the robin red breast sings
until then grass needs mowing
flowers planted, seeds need sowing
The roller coaster slowly clicked its way up the rickety incline. I was convinced that it would drop me at any moment, the wood looked rotted and the nails were rusted, but it hadn't killed anyone before, and if I was the first, at least I would get to be on the news.
Help, I'm drowning in a sea of my own thoughts. People tell me that I'm getting closer to the surface, but the water is still killing me. I just want to live, in spite of my daily please to the contrary. Someone, anyone help. Everyone else has left me. I have no where to go anymore.
Day becomes night, becomes day becomes night.
The world continues to spin.
My life continues to go and go.
I age, but still feel the same.
Where has the time gone?
What have I become?
punchmepunchu I don't remember what this is from. Oh yeah, it's the game that you can play in The Sims. It seems like a rather dumb game, sort of like mercy or uncle, but it involves punching your friends in the arm and hoping they like it.
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