And the next time someone gives you a hug, feel their embrace and take in their love, instead of waiting for them to let go.

The next time someone kisses you, be it on the cheek or the lips, taste or sense the love and emotion behind it instead of simply obliging back.

And the next time someone says they love you and really means it, believe them.

I woke up immediately into my world of philosophers and ideas. I woke up thinking about the passing of time, the passing of people, the passing of the mind.

I awakened to the melting of emotions. The blend of colors overlapping and mixing to create something new, something different. I immediately opened my eyes to a dream world of feelings, over ( Read more... )

Perfection is, in itself, an image. An image of beauty. An image of love. An image of hatred, even. An image of destruction. An image of you and me.

Destruction: the beauty in the world is linked together only to be destroyed and then rebuilt once more. In the image of perfection. In the image of beauty. In the image of you and me.

The world is yet

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Burning brightly, a star, alone in the sky. Nothing around it for what seems like eternity.

Maybe, just maybe, a shooting star will happen by again and break up the silence.

Well, actually, three more things.

One: I got my license two days ago.

Two:I got my haircut yesterday (It looks great =Þ)

Three: Adrian and I got into it this morning and her fishtailed the car off the road and broke my front passenger side bumper and light (so now my car is officially a pididdle)

Elation. Happiness. Anxiety. Worry. Nervous. Joyous. Scared. Trembling. Ecstatic.

Some things are just not meant to happen.

Everyone eventually dies, no exceptions. That's just how it goes.

If we could just get everyone to close their eyes and visualize world peace for an hour, imagine how serene and quiet it would be before the looting started.

And when the world ends, I'll be right next to you, still holding your hand. So close your eyes and don't let go.

Tears sting my eyes constantly. Everything reminds me of how it used to be. So long ago.

The harsh pounding of fluorescent lights make the world so surreal. I don't know what I am going to do anymore.

May the glass shatter sweetly, may the air only bring in pain. Leave alone the beauty and focus. Focus on the things that can bring you a peace of ( Read more... )