in my room, under the window i see it all: the hustle and bustle. but for the moment i am not apart of it and i feel as if all others are, as if alone i see the world passing me by; forgetting i sit here.
that which connects us; let us live and breathe. without, we would be lawful and robotic. they are our escape, our confusion, our chaos, and without them nothing would be so important; nothing would spark our imaginations.
Life, laughter, glee. The remembrance of innocence and freedom. Where anything is possible and the sky can be reached from the top of the slide. You are your own god and everything is okay for a while.
quite, calm, shrouded in darkness and mystery. slinking about the night you come upon an unlit window pane. below the sill you sit and wait, listening for all but a mouse inside. with none heard you take your chance, and take your pick.
muscle. willpower; both physical and phycological. now which is more powerful? i am weak in both body and mind. here is my stereotype: the weak female ensnares the strong male to do her bidding; and so i do.
everything before it is taken to trial. we think out everything before it happens; finger twitch to axe swing. our future and our present all that we hope to accomplish, that we want, that we dream to become reality.