If i change my name will everything be the same?
If I change my hair would anyone care?
If i wear a new shirt, if i wear new pants, if i change my style?
They were lost in their own world of wonder. Stars filled their skies. The colors were brilliant blues and purples. Their world formed around them and soon they realized they couldn’t get out, and they didn’t really want to.
she was staring up at the stars. she did this a lot, watching the heavens as if something would happen. the stars burned from lightyears away and she inspected each one in silence, wondering what sort of tales they would tell if they could. what awful and wonderful scenes they’d witnessed.
In the midst of the ordered, purposed walk of life, we were found wondering. Wondering, wondering in the desert. Lost, with no destination to be found. Though, no greater purposed people had the world ever known. No they were not lost, save for not knowing how wondrous they were. For God knew, and had no doubt, this walk could make them, could shape them. Though they lost sight, sight of the true walk. They were found wondering.
Jose
In the midst of the ordered, purposed walk of life, we were found wondering. Wondering, wondering in the desert. Lost, with no destination to be found. Though, no greater purposed people had the world ever known. No they were not lost, save for not knowing how wondrous they were. For God knew, and had no doubt, this walk could make them, could shape them. Though they lost sight, sight of the true walk.
Jose
Wondering, built on wonderful. It’s a way to create ideas. It’s amazing and what everyone needs to stop and do sometimes. Wonder why.
AJ
Laying on the bar floor, wondering how the hell she had gotten like this. Her clothes were shredded, her wallet was empty, and there was glass all over the ground around her. There was a note on the ground too, it was a little piece of receipt and the bold scrawling of the words “Two Days.” Then, it was all back. She remembered everything that had happened. The bankruptcy, the stripping, the bar fight with that noisy customer, the talk with the gray man, then this. Wait. What had that man said.
K. M. Mortensen
I’m wondering why
Why do you have to tease me?
And lead me on?
Just to turn around and break me back down to where I was before.
I wonder why, if you knew how I felt?
Do you hurt her like you hurt me?
Does it make you feel good?
Sometimes, I wonder.
Brigid
I was always wondering. It hurt a lot though. Wondering if things would happen. It would make my chest tighten and neon pulse behind my eyes but the back of my skeleton was a magnet dragging me in reverse. “No, it doesn’t work like that.” But I was always wondering, hoping, and it has begun to scar me much deeper than I am willing to admit.
I sat here wondering about where you are now. About what you are to me and what I was to you. Am I still what I was to you, because you’re still what you were to me? I will never forget you, just let wondering about what things would be like.
J Michael
I am not loving this website
Hector Jr
Am wondering about how will this website might help me with this assignment that I have
Hector Jr
Honda
breaks down
he’s wondering
if it’ll start again
it won’t
Ze doesn’t take the time to think about it. Thinking will ruin zim, and ze knows it. Ze can’t, not now, not ever. It’s vital ze doesn’t, because if ze does it’ll leave zir
wondering
wondering
wondering
and ze will never fall asleep thoughtlessly again.
I was wondering about you the other day, I miss you,
Luis
That notice is so wondering! I can’t believe it! It’s a kind of increadible new!
Ray
I sat there as the sun set, it was beautiful really. I sat there and started wondering. What if she saw me now? What if she saw me sitting here right now and came by and sat down and we just started talking… I wonder if we’d be closer. If I could finally realize my dream. If I could finally see if I had the heart within me to say, Goodbye.
Lil’ Scott wasn’t that little compared to just Scott. But when it came time for pondering, which was usually around 7 o clock, Lil Scott dwelled on the infentisimle ways in which one could not know a thing, like the meaning and spelling of a word he’d heard, yet dared not use.
He stood still and seemed to be taking in the view. He stayed transfixed, too long for me to believe that he was looking at anything particular. What was he doing?
It was at this point that I decided that it was time to turn the switch off. And with a flick of the wrist, it was over.
jar
With every breath of wind there is a bit of you that erodes off and becomes part of your environment.
Zahra Aamer
Sometimes the light catches the leaves of the shrubs in such a way that they look like they’re on fire. At least that’s what I tell myself as I amble about the suburban, pseudo-nature walk of my friend’s ritzy neighborhood that’s one gate short of being a gated community.
She flipped the latch on her window and pulled frame in one fast fluid motion. A cool breeze laden with the scent of spring blew through the mesh and she wondered what she was going to do with her time.
What am I wonering? Do I even know myself? Can people see that I am wondering what worth I have proven to myself and to the world; or do they see just another blank face in the crowd?
george
i WAS WONDERING IF I SHOULD REALLY KNOW THE ANSWERS TO ALL OF MY QUESTIONS. WHAT POWER THERE WOULD BE. WHAT DESTRUCTION TO MY SOUL AND WILL TO LIVE, IF I KNEW EVERYTHING THAT WAS TO BEFALL ME
george
I’ve been wondering about you lately. How are you? What have you been up to? Is she everything you never got from me? Wondering is a dangerous practise. It leaves my mouth dry and my palms sweaty. It creates tears from nothing and makes my heart ache.
I hope you’re alright.
anonymous
It’s not that he couldn’t think of solutions, his mind wandered and kept on wandering of what could be or couldn’t.
Krystyna Fedosejevs
There’s only so much wondering you can do before forcing your ass off your chair and going for a walk. Because stewing isn’t exactly appetizing and is more like, I don’t know, “brothing” than anything else. Thoughts without movement is sort of like expecting a full cup of tea from a kettle of hot water – there’s gotta be heat under your boots in order to get the blood of any good idea pumping. So that’s what I did – I walked. I walked all the way to the next town, fifty miles away.
Belinda Roddie
wondering is what separates us from the animals.
whens the last time you saw a dog contemplate a decision?
They don’t. If you think they do, you are getting “wondering” confused with “confusion.”
This is why fast decision-making is referred to as “instinctual.” It’s instantaneous.
I was wondering what my future will be like
I don’t wanna be the sil-ly guy
Spending all his money on alcoho-lic drinks
I don’t care what y’all bit-ches think
Oisin Coleman
When does one wonder? One wonder’s when they are thinking, when they are thinking hard. The kind of thinking that leads us somewhere. The inquisitive kind. One wonders when they have a question but don’t have an answer. One wonder’s when they want the answer. The process of wondering starts in our head but leads to us questioning things way beyond our understanding.
khyaati
You always were a fan of wondering. You asked so many bizarre questions about everything. Somehow you rubbed off on me, you left me with that sort of curiosity that just can’t be satisfied. And I’m not sure how you did that because I never used to be that way, I was an apathetic child who kept her nose in her books and never bothered anyone about anything unless it was strangely, massively, alluringly cryptic or important. And now that you are gone I have so many of the qualities I envied about you and I don’t think you really realized what you were doing to me. You always were a fan of wondering and I guess now you could say I am as well.
Wondering what itd be like to actually talk for yourself or breathe alone is like wondering what pigs would be like if they could fly. You don’t. You don’t wonder about the impossible anymore because every little thing has been taken from you. You will never truly wonder. Wondering is against the law.
Charlie
I wonder. Wondering is my specialty. I don’t do a whole lot else. Anything else would just be boring. With this, I can travel, leave things behind, and just be me. A normal life would weigh me down. The man would get into my life. I love having my current freedom.
It reset the time.
what do I do?
I’ll wait it out.
It’s still going.
Did the time double?
Oh well.
I’m wondering about life. Always. Forever wondering about my future, the past… Wondering about all of my forever wonderings. Lost in this endless mind. Quiet.
Wondering
If i change my name will everything be the same?
If I change my hair would anyone care?
If i wear a new shirt, if i wear new pants, if i change my style?
Does it matter?
They were lost in their own world of wonder. Stars filled their skies. The colors were brilliant blues and purples. Their world formed around them and soon they realized they couldn’t get out, and they didn’t really want to.
she was staring up at the stars. she did this a lot, watching the heavens as if something would happen. the stars burned from lightyears away and she inspected each one in silence, wondering what sort of tales they would tell if they could. what awful and wonderful scenes they’d witnessed.
Wondering
Wonder
Always Wonder
Always wonder Why
Why should I?
Why can’t i?
Why shouldn’t I?
Wonder how.
How can I help?
How can I?
In the midst of the ordered, purposed walk of life, we were found wondering. Wondering, wondering in the desert. Lost, with no destination to be found. Though, no greater purposed people had the world ever known. No they were not lost, save for not knowing how wondrous they were. For God knew, and had no doubt, this walk could make them, could shape them. Though they lost sight, sight of the true walk. They were found wondering.
In the midst of the ordered, purposed walk of life, we were found wondering. Wondering, wondering in the desert. Lost, with no destination to be found. Though, no greater purposed people had the world ever known. No they were not lost, save for not knowing how wondrous they were. For God knew, and had no doubt, this walk could make them, could shape them. Though they lost sight, sight of the true walk.
Wondering, built on wonderful. It’s a way to create ideas. It’s amazing and what everyone needs to stop and do sometimes. Wonder why.
Laying on the bar floor, wondering how the hell she had gotten like this. Her clothes were shredded, her wallet was empty, and there was glass all over the ground around her. There was a note on the ground too, it was a little piece of receipt and the bold scrawling of the words “Two Days.” Then, it was all back. She remembered everything that had happened. The bankruptcy, the stripping, the bar fight with that noisy customer, the talk with the gray man, then this. Wait. What had that man said.
I’m wondering why
Why do you have to tease me?
And lead me on?
Just to turn around and break me back down to where I was before.
I wonder why, if you knew how I felt?
Do you hurt her like you hurt me?
Does it make you feel good?
Sometimes, I wonder.
I was always wondering. It hurt a lot though. Wondering if things would happen. It would make my chest tighten and neon pulse behind my eyes but the back of my skeleton was a magnet dragging me in reverse. “No, it doesn’t work like that.” But I was always wondering, hoping, and it has begun to scar me much deeper than I am willing to admit.
I sat here wondering about where you are now. About what you are to me and what I was to you. Am I still what I was to you, because you’re still what you were to me? I will never forget you, just let wondering about what things would be like.
I am not loving this website
Am wondering about how will this website might help me with this assignment that I have
Honda
breaks down
he’s wondering
if it’ll start again
it won’t
I wonder do you love me?
I’m wondering does he care?
a girl with hair down her waist an plenty of time to waste does he care she wonders
wondering pondering a new name a new world
of my own by myself but not
alone
talking to myself
on the broken phone
Ze doesn’t take the time to think about it. Thinking will ruin zim, and ze knows it. Ze can’t, not now, not ever. It’s vital ze doesn’t, because if ze does it’ll leave zir
wondering
wondering
wondering
and ze will never fall asleep thoughtlessly again.
I was wondering about you the other day, I miss you,
That notice is so wondering! I can’t believe it! It’s a kind of increadible new!
I sat there as the sun set, it was beautiful really. I sat there and started wondering. What if she saw me now? What if she saw me sitting here right now and came by and sat down and we just started talking… I wonder if we’d be closer. If I could finally realize my dream. If I could finally see if I had the heart within me to say, Goodbye.
Lil’ Scott wasn’t that little compared to just Scott. But when it came time for pondering, which was usually around 7 o clock, Lil Scott dwelled on the infentisimle ways in which one could not know a thing, like the meaning and spelling of a word he’d heard, yet dared not use.
He stood still and seemed to be taking in the view. He stayed transfixed, too long for me to believe that he was looking at anything particular. What was he doing?
It was at this point that I decided that it was time to turn the switch off. And with a flick of the wrist, it was over.
With every breath of wind there is a bit of you that erodes off and becomes part of your environment.
Sometimes the light catches the leaves of the shrubs in such a way that they look like they’re on fire. At least that’s what I tell myself as I amble about the suburban, pseudo-nature walk of my friend’s ritzy neighborhood that’s one gate short of being a gated community.
She flipped the latch on her window and pulled frame in one fast fluid motion. A cool breeze laden with the scent of spring blew through the mesh and she wondered what she was going to do with her time.
What am I wonering? Do I even know myself? Can people see that I am wondering what worth I have proven to myself and to the world; or do they see just another blank face in the crowd?
i WAS WONDERING IF I SHOULD REALLY KNOW THE ANSWERS TO ALL OF MY QUESTIONS. WHAT POWER THERE WOULD BE. WHAT DESTRUCTION TO MY SOUL AND WILL TO LIVE, IF I KNEW EVERYTHING THAT WAS TO BEFALL ME
I’ve been wondering about you lately. How are you? What have you been up to? Is she everything you never got from me? Wondering is a dangerous practise. It leaves my mouth dry and my palms sweaty. It creates tears from nothing and makes my heart ache.
I hope you’re alright.
It’s not that he couldn’t think of solutions, his mind wandered and kept on wandering of what could be or couldn’t.
There’s only so much wondering you can do before forcing your ass off your chair and going for a walk. Because stewing isn’t exactly appetizing and is more like, I don’t know, “brothing” than anything else. Thoughts without movement is sort of like expecting a full cup of tea from a kettle of hot water – there’s gotta be heat under your boots in order to get the blood of any good idea pumping. So that’s what I did – I walked. I walked all the way to the next town, fifty miles away.
wondering is what separates us from the animals.
whens the last time you saw a dog contemplate a decision?
They don’t. If you think they do, you are getting “wondering” confused with “confusion.”
This is why fast decision-making is referred to as “instinctual.” It’s instantaneous.
Wondering connotes pause.
vulgar. vulgar. vulgar. vulgar. vulgar. vulgar.
It is a question, a answer.
I wondering anything.
I was wondering what my future will be like
I don’t wanna be the sil-ly guy
Spending all his money on alcoho-lic drinks
I don’t care what y’all bit-ches think
When does one wonder? One wonder’s when they are thinking, when they are thinking hard. The kind of thinking that leads us somewhere. The inquisitive kind. One wonders when they have a question but don’t have an answer. One wonder’s when they want the answer. The process of wondering starts in our head but leads to us questioning things way beyond our understanding.
You always were a fan of wondering. You asked so many bizarre questions about everything. Somehow you rubbed off on me, you left me with that sort of curiosity that just can’t be satisfied. And I’m not sure how you did that because I never used to be that way, I was an apathetic child who kept her nose in her books and never bothered anyone about anything unless it was strangely, massively, alluringly cryptic or important. And now that you are gone I have so many of the qualities I envied about you and I don’t think you really realized what you were doing to me. You always were a fan of wondering and I guess now you could say I am as well.
I wonder where you are this time.
I wonder if you will come home again.
I wonder how often you miss me, if at all.
Wondering what itd be like to actually talk for yourself or breathe alone is like wondering what pigs would be like if they could fly. You don’t. You don’t wonder about the impossible anymore because every little thing has been taken from you. You will never truly wonder. Wondering is against the law.
I wonder. Wondering is my specialty. I don’t do a whole lot else. Anything else would just be boring. With this, I can travel, leave things behind, and just be me. A normal life would weigh me down. The man would get into my life. I love having my current freedom.
It reset the time.
what do I do?
I’ll wait it out.
It’s still going.
Did the time double?
Oh well.
I’m wondering about life. Always. Forever wondering about my future, the past… Wondering about all of my forever wonderings. Lost in this endless mind. Quiet.