Finding stories in everyday adventures
the shimmering surface shows the reflection of thyself;a burnt face and a twisted trunkwho is to blame? me, you or them?the hatred and the urge to smash the face,break it into pieces and crush the legsinability to stand the presence,and the sickening feelingthe downward look, thus, when seenand a shame for the life unseen
I’m improving in Critical Reasoning questions. Hit rate 8/10 on an average. Hope to increase it further. Taking preparation slow at present. I will give a mock sometime soon. Will fix a date for GMAT as soon as I hit 42 in verbal. Slept pretty early and could only say hello to Abby over phone.
i’ve been outside invited in but i couldn’t abide wouldn’t miss it again burning every bridge that i cross to find some beautiful place to get lost i had true love i made it die i pushed her away she said, “please stay” burning every bridge that i cross to find some beautiful place to get lost well, i don’t know where i’ll go now and i don’t really care who follows me there but …
the open hair and the fragrance the color of your eyes and the innocence resting my head on your shoulder hearing your talks, and seeing you blush my smile your smile my smile the holding of hands, and touching of the lips time flies, certainly
Black? Red? Pink? Green? or perhaps blue? baby it doesn’t matter to me what appeals to you. For I’m color blind who sees colors in a different way. You’ve, for sure, liked that one for so long but I must tell you, your pink is my blue. Go ahead, like any color you want, I won’t complain, didn’t I tell that to you?