Life Going as we plan things change sudden moments living the right turns out being wrong
Running away from truth making life know that its worth something , Aa who cares we never went off the hill we kept in the snow waiting for an angel . an effort that might be the key ,never thought never did .Misuse mistaken misconducted by all our negative thought . Never saw the white light preaching the right way . just let things stay positive shall we see. the storm that might pass if we stay in the positive light .
He measures my intelligence by the amount of effort I put into running away from my own reality. He sees my writing as a form of art, but I see it as survival. The thing that most people don't understand about me, is that I use literature to heal the brokenness inside of me. At least with false stories of broken hearts, people think I am in love with the stories. But really, I am in love with the heartbreak that looks like mine. I gather these stories and shattered pieces to fill in the gaps of my own life in hopes that my writing will become whole once again. I am not smart. I really just understand the world in a way that shows the brokenness that lies with the beauty. Being smart is my way of staying alive. Without it, I might as well be dead.
Homework. It's boring, annoying and wastes our time-leading to procrastination. You might end up watching funny cat videos or on Instagram. Whatever happens make sure you're not falling behind on work. Everyone finds it irritating but if it's in a subject you love it should be fun. Stay organised, motivated and positive throughout this "education phase". I have learnt that procrastination not only stops you from finishing work soon, it also leads to irritation-why didn't I finish my work now? Anyway I get homework loads in Chinese class, I do it ASAP. I don't want to risk getting in trouble or failing the subject. Always stay on track with assignments. I know no one wants to but we all have to at some point. I procrastinate all the time but I try to do homework at the same time too...
Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Marie. She lived in her parents' cottage with her little sister called Anna. Marie loved hearing stories about the street the cottage was on-Sapphire Street. Before Marie went to school, she stayed home with Anna and played. Marie's mother never got tired of telling both children stories of the past. Marie and Anna learned lots-when the street was built, how their parents chose this house in their early 20s and many other things. Other than the stories, there were lots of antique/vintage dolls that were very pretty. Both girls owned a few rag dolls which they slept with. Marie and Anna were only 2 years apart so they made up their own stories which neither were too old or young to listen too. The End for now...
she is isn't she?
damn, let me start with what i was thinking.
she's a dancer!
practicalities aside and meaning and tieing it all up. she is a movement artist of some kind. she moves. she's aware of the body. and there is so much movement in this piece. of people yes; parkour, walking, climbing and feeling all those moments truly.
but the movement of the elements of the water first and foremost. the water's dance. a kind of graceful unknown. she moves and she knows how to and she is observant of your steps and posture. she wants you to go away with that same awareness. a kind of map of you, this place and it all meshed together.
but go easy on the cheese. yes, go easy and be vocal that the cheese is there for the taking.