portray yourselves, lady on the arm – emit and aim that which you deem you have. Your Emptiness is deceiving – nothing feels like so much more but is so much less. I see the emptiness in your gaze my dear. It is like a thousand burnt-out stars, a million dried tears and an everlasting …
In a world that wants answers, my respite is not providing any. In a world that tries and denies, to get the upper-hand, I let them fight with themselves.
I’m ever at war with the will to be alone and that to be more than just me. I choose to be be exclusive but their are times that I feel otherwise. I can say anymore for it is so. All that is left to do is to burn from within.
I’ve got to try to finish my conversations on a high a happy note. it leaves a good impression u imagine.
I don’t have proof that god exists, other than surely the force that let all things be. No scientific proof, to the extent that I’ve not performed any study however, perhaps the closest I can get is that I can get is to say I believe in my own personal God. I can’t prove that …
it’s when I stop reading, that I think that it wastes a lot of life’s time. time that otherwise we would be remembering how much there is around us that needs our thought. we forget about the hues in the colours that make our surroundings, the expressions on peoples faces and the smells that make …
Start Time: 21:43:37; End Time: 22:56:48 Stuart says: (21:43:43) Hi there. Other person says: (21:44:00) How you doing? Other person says: (21:44:20) Miss me??:D Stuart says: (21:44:22) I’m good thanks. Stuart says: (21:44:27) Of course. Other person says: (21:44:42) What’s news? Other person says: (21:45:02) Can’t find u on fb? You on? Other person says: …
sometimes I think that everything hangs in the balance. for every negative thing, there is a positive one. you can’t change the truth and for every action there is equal and opposite reaction.
I heard from my family member yesterday. sounded sad sounded like me. our faith is still alive, fighting geography. to care and to feel, on tombs rocks I lay. of thoughts I have of thee.
she never calls me anymore.