I thought he loved me. Turned out he didn’t.
Positively believing that we are in the primes of our lives, it is only when we multiply and create offspring that we truly see what the adding of years has done to us and realize that our entire equation served as the means to a product comprised of us yet entirely different. Now that there’s no way to subtract the years and start over again, I am left to wonder if my tiny part in the equation will be remembered down the road long after the calculations are complete, or if all my factors shall fade away.
The day before he had planned to kill himself, Ben completed the ten thousand piece puzzle he had been working on for quite some time, only to find that one tiny, seemingly insignificant piece was missing.
Still, it didn’t look right.
I shrugged off the message I found in my fortune cookie after finishing a “pint” of sweet and sour chicken that told me I had only one week left to live. A week and a day later, as I lay sprawled across the couch with remote steadily aimed at TV, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I should have taken the fortune seriously.
As I aged, all my past-times faded grey.
When I hit the end and started youthening, they brightened again.
Today, she might just drink a cup of coffee, smile at the corner shop flower girl, visit the museum of Extatic Arts and dance around the telephone pole for fun. Tomorrow, she will have enough time to worry about time and her future-if there will be one.
Before I met you, I always wanted to see the years beyond our lives, yet since you’ve come into view I know we must go forward, never ceasing, together.
One life is not enough, but I wonder if I’ll still be asking for another two thousand years in two thousand years from today.
The author of this story knows the secret of life, a secret that he will soon share. But as he types it out, he thinks to himself “Damn, I wish I could have more space”.
I deleted a misspelling in this sentence.
Delted had a short life, but a good life.
She knew that if she did this, if she took this step, it was going to change everything. What she still had to figure out was if she wanted it to or not.
I may be failing as I flail around for some meaning in this life.
Just gonna flail harder (and fail harder).
The best thing about my life is that it is like living in a movie.
It’s a western-romantic-time-travel-teen-roadtrip-comedy.
I was waiting for the bus.
Then it hit me!
Time has the final word.
Usually it is “didn’t you know you only get one attempt?”
His IQ and his relative position in life were an example to all that IQ is a bullshit measure.
Her cup size and relative position in life were an example to all in life that cup size is very very VERY important.
The spellbinding and heart-wrenching tale of Romeo and Juliet can be summed up in a mere few words; they came, they shagged, they died. In this, they were like every other human couple who joined biological forces, except that the title pair were in such a toxic rush.
Reality is a straight line fullof truth and what there is, never changing, just a ladder whereas belief is a curved line bending aroung what we know.
This is where we get adventure.
Only two out of a thousand say yes, aye, but none are worth the time. That’s why you drink — you drink so that most of your tears (and piss) evaporates, so that you won’t freeze when given the cold shoulder.
I’ve changed the variables I use to measure my life.
Currently I’m scoring in blog posts.
A lily rose out of the pond, its scent sweet and bitter, its colors yellow and blue, its posture bent and straight at the same time.
I wanted to be like the lily, strong and smooth and sweet, but life weakened, roughed, bittered me without remorse.