I smiled as i held the tiny individual.
He was so light and small.
He kept his eyes closed until i moved.
He opened them and looked grumpy.
Then, slowly, eventually, he gave me a crooked smile.
I grinned.
I wasn't done holding him.
I wanted to steal him and make him mine.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Stab Caesar
All throughout history there has always been some one in charge. Some one who is thought to be better than all the rest. Some one who people, some times, honors, respects, and looks up to. The person is usually extremely confident and self righteous. And as a result they are often despised by a good number of people. But this person, in my opinion, is not necessary for a stable society. At all. People just need to pull their own heads out.
I think that the human brain has great potential, people just need to be willing to open it up and use it to their advantage. Are we really so uneducated and dependant that we need some one to be in charge of us even when we're old elders? I don't think we are.
Really, the only reason someone is in charge is because they see flaws in every one else that they think they can, and need to fix. And also that humans are always reaching forward with the top goal of prestige. And that's a harder thing to change. People only need another thing to be focused on. People should realise their full potential. And when every one does, they will realise how unnecessary it is to be trapped under one persons power.
But I doubt it's something that will ever change. Sadly.
I think that the human brain has great potential, people just need to be willing to open it up and use it to their advantage. Are we really so uneducated and dependant that we need some one to be in charge of us even when we're old elders? I don't think we are.
Really, the only reason someone is in charge is because they see flaws in every one else that they think they can, and need to fix. And also that humans are always reaching forward with the top goal of prestige. And that's a harder thing to change. People only need another thing to be focused on. People should realise their full potential. And when every one does, they will realise how unnecessary it is to be trapped under one persons power.
But I doubt it's something that will ever change. Sadly.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Reality
Love, most would say, is a very common and often happening thing i the world today. And so, broken heart are also, sadly.
Love for most, is usually a great experience that they usually enjoy. Love i the over whelming feelings and thoughts of only ever thinking about one person. A person who you feel is the most wonderful, amazing person ever. Some one who you only want to make happy. The only person you want to ever spend time with. Some one who you think is the center of the world. Some one you feel like you could never life without.
And then you find your poor heart being horribly stabbed, often multiple times. You'd already given it away completely, so you've lost all chane of protecting it as you helplessly watch it being stabbed and squeezed to death, then be dropped and stomped on the ground, never to be touched again. Forever scarred and deformed with little hope of repair.
You scoop it back up, and despite your efforts it won't feel any better and every pulsing heart beat is an extremely painful reminder of everything you once had.
Some say it's possible to die from a broken heart. People give up on life, unable to move on from their long lost love. Slowly, the extreme depression combined with stress, loneliness, along with the unwillingness and uncare to live results in a down ward spiral of good health. Possibly leading to death.
Some don't believe one can die from a broken heart, but I do. A broken heart is a terribly consuming thing and it eats you both mentally and physically.
Death from a broken heart is a painful reality.
Love for most, is usually a great experience that they usually enjoy. Love i the over whelming feelings and thoughts of only ever thinking about one person. A person who you feel is the most wonderful, amazing person ever. Some one who you only want to make happy. The only person you want to ever spend time with. Some one who you think is the center of the world. Some one you feel like you could never life without.
And then you find your poor heart being horribly stabbed, often multiple times. You'd already given it away completely, so you've lost all chane of protecting it as you helplessly watch it being stabbed and squeezed to death, then be dropped and stomped on the ground, never to be touched again. Forever scarred and deformed with little hope of repair.
You scoop it back up, and despite your efforts it won't feel any better and every pulsing heart beat is an extremely painful reminder of everything you once had.
Some say it's possible to die from a broken heart. People give up on life, unable to move on from their long lost love. Slowly, the extreme depression combined with stress, loneliness, along with the unwillingness and uncare to live results in a down ward spiral of good health. Possibly leading to death.
Some don't believe one can die from a broken heart, but I do. A broken heart is a terribly consuming thing and it eats you both mentally and physically.
Death from a broken heart is a painful reality.
The Limit Does Not Exist.
He looked tired and worn out. And despite it being his own decision, she felt it was her
fault. And how he looked took a toll on her already low self esteem. She felt a million times
worse. She was alone, unloved, uncared for, useless and depressed. Not to mention hurt and
guilty, all at the same time.
“You haven’t been eating, have you?”
She looked up and met his eyes. Now he looked frustrated and bothered. The truth was she
hadn’t been. She wasn’t hungry. And never was. And as a result, she was pale, shaky, and
growing steadily unhealthy. And she was losing weight, fast.
She nodded.
He sighed, and took her hand.
“Things are complicated. But only for now.”
She looked up, her eyebrows pressing together.
“No, you make it complicated. It doesn’t have to be complicated.”
He sighed.
“You say I choose to be depressed. And if that’s true than you choose to let things be
complicated too.”
He let go of her hand. She could tell he was getting even more frustrated.
“I’m so sick of this.” He whispered, “ Just choose to be happy. I have.”
The words hurt.
She shook her head, “I’ll be happy when you stop complicating things.”
Even his cool blue eyes looked angry.
“You make it complicated. You don’t have to. Take down the walls of complication you’ve
put up in your mind. The limit does not exist.”
fault. And how he looked took a toll on her already low self esteem. She felt a million times
worse. She was alone, unloved, uncared for, useless and depressed. Not to mention hurt and
guilty, all at the same time.
“You haven’t been eating, have you?”
She looked up and met his eyes. Now he looked frustrated and bothered. The truth was she
hadn’t been. She wasn’t hungry. And never was. And as a result, she was pale, shaky, and
growing steadily unhealthy. And she was losing weight, fast.
She nodded.
He sighed, and took her hand.
“Things are complicated. But only for now.”
She looked up, her eyebrows pressing together.
“No, you make it complicated. It doesn’t have to be complicated.”
He sighed.
“You say I choose to be depressed. And if that’s true than you choose to let things be
complicated too.”
He let go of her hand. She could tell he was getting even more frustrated.
“I’m so sick of this.” He whispered, “ Just choose to be happy. I have.”
The words hurt.
She shook her head, “I’ll be happy when you stop complicating things.”
Even his cool blue eyes looked angry.
“You make it complicated. You don’t have to. Take down the walls of complication you’ve
put up in your mind. The limit does not exist.”
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
I Love...
I love the weight
I love the odd feeling of only using one eye
I love snapping
I love clicking
I love viewing it all up close
I love viewing it all artisticly
I love the selective blurring
I love the not knowing
I love the automatic aping
I love subjects
I love the natural
I love the candid
I love the odd
I love the posed
I love the editing
I love the outcome
I love flickr
I love photography.
I love the odd feeling of only using one eye
I love snapping
I love clicking
I love viewing it all up close
I love viewing it all artisticly
I love the selective blurring
I love the not knowing
I love the automatic aping
I love subjects
I love the natural
I love the candid
I love the odd
I love the posed
I love the editing
I love the outcome
I love flickr
I love photography.
The Dark-Haired Man
This gorgeous yet awesomely gruff guy walks in. Long, shiny, dark hair. Inviting for my fingers to run through. The gruffness, brought on by a full-face, prickly beard. Not thick, but enough to be noticed. Friendly smile, bold features, awesome blue eyes make him categorized as gorgeous. Topped off with a sharp black suit, a thick silver wrist watch. And one last thing; a small, silver band, left hand, wedding finger. Which gives me hope.
Slide
There it was. The one little red rock. Not too far, but not close enough to easily reach. I felt like a young, tiny child, seeing the tempting cookie jar that was just out of my reach. I would have to jump for it.
First jump.
A miss.
Hand stretched out, wide spread fingers slapping the cool, rock wall and sliding back down with the rest of me.
Second jump.
Again a miss.
Arms and legs shaking now. Growing quickly tired and drained of energy. But I would not let this defeat me.
One last leap...
And victory!
Now, the rest of the wall to climb…
First jump.
A miss.
Hand stretched out, wide spread fingers slapping the cool, rock wall and sliding back down with the rest of me.
Second jump.
Again a miss.
Arms and legs shaking now. Growing quickly tired and drained of energy. But I would not let this defeat me.
One last leap...
And victory!
Now, the rest of the wall to climb…
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