cswestii
Tell them. Listen to them. Life a life devoted to creating them. Take them with you wherever you go, and share them with whomever will listen. Revel in the nostalgia of them, and take pleasure in the nostalgia of others as they tell. The only thing that lasts
What our lives, what history is made of. Events occur within these, and those events define our histories and our lives. We try to fill them with brilliant moments, and we look back at those of others in wonderment. Of course, only the best live on. Keep on filling. Keep on living...
The representation of man's greatest dreams and desires. Built for shelter, then for commerce, and now for vanity.
old, worn, tired. over with. lost functionality. my brain feels this way right now. duuurrrrrrrrrrr
Not something I have any of. As a matter of fact, ironically, I was fucking pissed about how long it took this page to load. I mean, the internet is fast, right? And this page is fucking simple. What the fuck took so long? I wish I was more patient though...would probably be good for my blood pressure...and my relationships...
Creation. The physical manifestation of an idea, a concept, a vision. It's the climax of effort and work, as an end product. It's the final result.
Out. I feel that way. Tied tight, like a wire. Why am I wasting time writing about a word, when I should be working. misplaced priorities..probably why I feel a little strung out. Times up. Shit. I'm lost
It makes me feel empty, incomplete, as if there was something missing. It's clearly not full. It makes me want something more. it makes me yearn for another word, something more complete; something more important