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June 23 Just Breathe- Anna Nalick 2 Am and she calls me cause I'm still awake Can you help me unravel my latest mistake I don't love him winter just wasn't my season. Yea we walk through the doors so accusing their eyes Like they have any right at all to criticize Hypocrites you're all here for the very same reason. Cause you can't jump the track We're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass glued to the table, No one can find the rewind button girl So cradle your head in your hands. And breathe, just breathe, ooh breathe just breathe May he turned 21 on the base of Fort Bliss Just today he sat down to the flask in his fist Ain't been sober since maybe October of last year Here in town you can tell he's been down for while But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles Wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it Cause you can't jump the track We're like cars on a cable And life's like an hourglass glued to the table, No one can find the rewind button boys so cradle your head in your hands And breathe, just breathe, ooh breath just breathe There's a light at each end of this tunnel you shout cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out And these mistakes you've made You'll just make them again if you'll only try turnin' around 2Am and I'm still awake writing a song If i get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me threaten' the life it belongs to. And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my diary screamin' out aloud And I know that you'll use them however you want to. But you can't jump the track We're like cars on a cable And life's like an hourglass glued to the table, No one can find the rewind button now Sing it if you understand...and breath Just breathe, ohho breath, just breath,(fading) ohho breathe just breathe. June 17 ιт ωαѕ иєνєя вєтωєєи уσυ αи∂ тнєм αиуωαуSometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy. - I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter. - Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other who never forgets. - I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it. - An age is called Dark, not because the light fails to shine, but because people refuse to see it. - The greatest obstacle to discovery is not ignorance -- it is the illusion of knowledge. - If you have built castles in the air your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them. - Pick battles big enough to matter, small enough to win. - You can stand tall without standing on someone. You can be a victor without having victims. - I personally think we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain. - The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to c omprehend. - No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible. People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered; Forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives; Be kind anyway. If you are successful, you will win some false friends and true enemies; Succeed anyway. If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest anyway. What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; Build anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway. The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway. Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway. You see, in the final analysis, ιт ωαѕ иєνєя вєтωєєи уσυ αи∂ тнєм αиуωαу Ever since I found this poem on Nikkie's page, I have fallen for it... it means so much!
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference. - If love is the answer, could you rephrase the question? - Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love. - The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for. - Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction. - All love that has not friendship for its base, Is like a mansion built upon the sand. - It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages. - There is no remedy for love but to love more. - On reflection, one of the things I needed to learn was to allow myself to be loved. - Age does not protect you from love, but love to some extent protects you from age. - The best love affairs are those we never had. - Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much. Wisdom Quotes June 07 I killed My Guardian Angel
♥~Citrus~
The lights confused my eyes as they flashed. They could’ve saved me but instead they disabled my vision. Slick as a snake, I pressed myself against the cold wall. Slowly, I began to move. It was a risk- she sensed everything. My walk transformed in to a sprint and I lunged through the dim lighted halls, looking urgently for a hiding place. The lights flickered wildly, growing more intense every time my feet hit the ground. Ann was after me, stalking me like a cat stalked its prey. To her I was a toy- something merely for amusement.
The lights clicked out and everything became blue and empty. My thighs, feeling as though they’d rip if I didn’t stop running, came to a halt and dragged me down. I collapsed on to the concrete floor and rolled in to a wall just one metre away, hitting my head. I opened my eyes, but I failed to see.
Her raspy, taunting voice pulled me back. “Johna…” I could feel her now. Her breathe touched my skin on my neck. Her black, withered hair covered my shoulder. Her fingers skilfully wrapped bulky, beige rope around me. It was firm and it didn’t get any looser as she finished her task. She would harm me and nobody was there to stop her.
“I don’t see why you try to escape… it won’t make you feel any better…” she walked with a sway to the other side of the room while she rummaged around in her satin purse. What was she going to do now? I looked down at my wrist as I worried. Last time she got so angry. I didn’t want to get inside of her car so when I tried to escape she wedged my hand in between the door. But she had me this time. She mumbled under her breathe, ‘Where is it… I thought I put it in here…”
Her room was made up of the basics- a bunk bed, brick walls, wooden floors and a few posters of dark bands. I looked around to pass the time. The black painted door wasn’t fully closed. I only thought of this as something minuscule until the door creaked open slightly. A manly figure peered in through the crack. It could see me. I took my eyes off the figure because she was approaching, still rummaging through her purse. Soon, Ann gave up. She was probably looking for a weapon of destruction to impair me with.
She bent down to tighten the rope even more. I glanced back at the door. The figure had gone now. Instead, it towered over us, ready to pounce. I noticed that the man was Asian. His short, stubby finger reached up to his lips, signalling silence. Was he on my side? His hands crept down through the air, aiming for her neck. She was still at the rope. What was she trying to do, suffocate me? I guess I shouldn’t have stared up so obviously. I should’ve kept my head down.
Ann froze. She then jumped up, landing in the figure’s arms. She was screaming loud enough for the air to shatter but nobody was there to stop the man. He had stalked her like a cat stalks its prey, like she had stalked me. No longer than a minute had past by the time he overpowered her. He pulled out a pocket knife from Ann’s purse and slashed the ropes, setting me free. Was this what she was looking for?
That next morning I lay in bed and I thought about all that had happened to me. I’d ripped off my posters and changed my red and black sheets to green, thinking that if I removed all things that reminded me of Ann… I’d never turn out like her. I flicked through the channels on my small television, landing on the news. ‘Asian middle aged man sentenced to death for the murder of a woman in her late twenties. Ann Smith was found in an abandoned warehouse hallway tightly tied with a rope.’
-Emily Franco, 07.06.06, School Short Story Writing Assignement.
Life is pretty good at the moment.
And some not so good things... (yes, I actually like the sound of Exams)
Peace. June 05 II love....
citrus
fresh-tangy-icy-sweet
I see...
through teal
observe-admire-remember
I find fascinating...
water
powerful-gentle-soothing-monstrous
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