Wrecklessly driven, the enormous metal bird stumbled unusually low across the uncertain blue sky. The atmosphere was far from innocent;
something curious and unforgiving rippled through the streets of New York. The average buisnessman stopped cold in his uninteruppible brisk
walk, sensing the air of helpless desperation he wintnessed from above. The entire city halted for one moment, one tiny moment that will never be forgotten;
the moment that will haunt thousands of people. The moment in history that radiates heartbreak; for the terror many people experienced will linger on
forever.
Symobolising power, two identical buildings stood next to one another - stern and beautiful. Within the walls, thousands of stories lived and worked.
Each being held an inspiration, held feelings of love and passion, held a life so precious that mere words could not begin to describe them... for they
were as complex as every atom that glued themselves into the jigsaw that is humanity.
Thursday 15 September 2011
Wednesday 4 May 2011
well that's a different way to look at things.
i'm fed up of being on the verge of tears all of the time, but i know i have to keep from letting the tears spill over my eyes because it would just magnify my annoyance with everything by about a million and four times. don't ask about the four, four is a good number. fourfourfour. i need some positivity and being around all of this endless murky hate every breathing minute isn't aiding my stress levels. sometimes i want to escape, and i know how to do that. blend in.
blending in is a way of hiding from everyone except yourself. i need to escape, hide, run away. but from myself. blending in seems like a bad idea now. nevermind.
anyway, i'd have to come back sometime, and wouldn't that just multiply my problems?
i need a hobby. i would write, but i'm empty and this post is the extent to my pathetic writing skills at the moment.. i miss the old me, but i can't remember who or where she is.
oh yeah, she's still with the people that stole her away and left a shell of a girl who ironically is now on the verge of tears.
xo
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