He came from the land down under, to an unfamiliar life in the countryside of a new land full of love and understanding which turned to apprehension. Looking in the mirror one day, he said this is not for me so he left that life and just down the road, he met the love of his life and found his salvation in an American woman.
You’ll never see your wife and children
again. So tell us what it was going through your head when you looked into their eyes
and said “no thanks I’ll take the hooker instead.”
I spent my entire life wishing for things to be better, begging and pleading to feel normal, to smile and to feel loved.
The air gently graced my skin as I peered out of the window and saw bustling metropolis far below. It was only when my stomach re-adjusted to the inertia that I made my final wish: “I wish I hadn’t jumped”
“What do you think will happen if we all lived forever??” “The same thing that has been happening since we came into existence; killing each other and ruining the environment out of greed”
Me and my brother, we were always together, where he would go i would follow, he did the same for me ofcourse, we shared everything, people looked at us strangely and wouldn’t really understand but we didn’t care for all the fun we had. We had the time of our lives until the doctors decided to seperate our conjoined bodies.
He says, “you breathe 25,000 times a day and expect to only love once in your life.”
But he does not know that I am ghost.
The last human on earth sat in his kitchen, contemplating life. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, there was a knock at the door…
I saw the lights in the night sky suddenly started dancing and the winds were stirring. I tried to walk but only one foot moved, to reach but only one hand moved, and then they caught me as I fall.
Drunk, the boys took out a revolver— imitating the infamous Russian Roulette scene from “The Deer Hunter”. It ended sooner than they thought.
He fell to his knees and they cracked under his weight.
Above him the sky burned on.
My story, as I know it, might end today; my thoughts are always lost, always dirty, always mean. My life was never good enough, I was never good enough.
The world is beautiful with tears in my eyes. What could it be without?
A story can be told pages, in years, in a breath, in a gesture, or even a single look. In this case, it takes two sentences.
How quick the skycotton cloud goes through a relentless remould while retaining it’s totality. How honest the unendomed sky reflects our going of grey-and-gold and life’s futility.
Near the end of his life, he searched through the motives behind all of the stupid things he had done. When it was not carelessness, it was loneliness.
One afternoon, she went to the store and unexpectedly bought almost 12 months of memories. They weren’t on sale and definitely can’t be returned.
He told me just to stop and take a breath. As if my drowning was by choice.
As he walked through life alone he happened upon a mirror.Alas, his reflection too, had left him.
With all my heart I try. I wait till the end of my consciousness to see the consequences.
I’ve known Kathy for seven years now, yet have learned only one thing all this time. Her life’s been an open book!