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there are long towers with lonely people living inside it. they stand in these towers looking outside of the window. Their childhood flashes in front of them. within the tower are ebclosed memories,desires and wished of millo
» Posted By zoya On 05.25.2016 @ 3:53 am
Like rivers of sheets, my future was unfolding. I would have never expected to see what I had predicted in my dreams to lay out in front of my eyes, but I couldn’t help but to love it. It was some sort of power – it gave me a sense of power.
» Posted By Zoya On 06.10.2015 @ 10:49 am
all the walls in my room are white. the paint has gone bad and i want to change. i wish i could change the colour of my walls. rest, walls are really important to show the seperation between the rooms. walls around you can be very interesting to look at when studying
» Posted By zoya On 10.05.2012 @ 2:25 am
Asthama seems like a scary thing to happen. for some reason i believed that only innocent and pretty little girls wha re very delicate got asthama. but obviously i grow and thankfully realized that it doesnt work that way. I just hope there is some definate cure for asthama and everyone can breathe freeeeeeeeeeeellyyyyy :D
» Posted By zoya On 09.14.2012 @ 9:10 am
There always method to my madness. I don’t understand my methods. They just come naturally to me. Like an innate gift that I somehow have. People don’t often understand my methods. That’s okay. They don’t need to. Because if they did, it wouldn’t be madness now, would it? It would be just the same as everything else. And I value my madness. It makes me different. It makes me, me.
Someday I may do something that brings my methods into question. We’ll wait for that day. Patiently. Who knows what tomorrow brings anyway? It seems random to us. But there is always a method. That’s the point. It doesn’t matter whose methods they are. They just exist.
» Posted By Zoya On 08.01.2012 @ 5:38 am
I embraced my job this morning. A little grudgingly at first. But we are warming up together now. Eventually this embrace will make me great. the ability to dedicate my day to something so foreign to myself in order to achieve a higher goal.
» Posted By Zoya On 06.13.2011 @ 2:18 pm
They were in love. A tangle of arms and legs. They repeated the sentiment over and over and over again. They kept writhing, kept moaning, kept grinding. Eventually they lay together. Tangled in love.
» Posted By Zoya On 02.17.2011 @ 6:53 pm
Wealth, something all strive for. Not as great or worthwhile as love, in my opinion. In all truth and honesty, if I had the choice to choose either one million dollars or a lifetime of love, I believe most would pick love. Wealth is everywhere, true love is something few have.
» Posted By Zoya On 01.06.2009 @ 10:09 pm
life folds and unfolds in strange ways…. one waits and the cards folds
» Posted By Zoya On 12.01.2009 @ 9:03 am
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They always said that I was the weird one in the family but I think that they are all just jealous the I can see things that they can’t. And since when is being weird a bad thing? I’m not weird, I’m gifted.
» Posted By Zoya On 11.17.2009 @ 8:18 pm