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I’m trying…I’m trying to recall that one time in history where I finally felt That feeling. and no matter how much time has passed, I felt myself diminishing all the surroundings and basking in That feeling. I wanted to go back. I wanted to feel your warmth, your lips, your everlasting touch. Electric.
By kmy URL on 08.29.2010
Nothing in my life is indistinct. At first the word confused me. I have nothing to say to it. It’s empty and useless. I’m never indistinct. I’m always easy to read, as far as I see. Maye I don’t see to far. Different. That comes to mind first. Different and nothing.
By Haley on 08.29.2010
Just go with it. It doesn’t have to be all laid out for you. Go out and do something spontaneous. Oh, God I sound like one of those lame motivational posters.
By Becky URL on 08.29.2010
when we got stuck in a phase of life when v realize that v have bn living on other’s expectations… evry-thing seem shattered, is’nt it? our aims and goals awl feel so in-distinct and blurred! aah, then we bound to find a way to live our life by our way, to be cOntented in the long run!
By Rain URL on 08.29.2010
You don’t make sense. I can’t live with this indistinct life anymore. I hate it. And I hate you. You wanna know what bothers me? I never know. I never know what to think, or what to feel.
By Melissa on 08.29.2010
It is not distinct. There’s no difference or at least very little difference that you can barely notice. Inseparable.
By Pauline on 08.29.2010
one of the most indistinct things in the world is understanding where a relationship is at. Why cant we just put it out there — simply, directly, non-dramalike.
By shirldapearl URL on 08.29.2010
The road that I am taking at this time is indistinct to me as I am not sure where it is taking me.
By Mary Lou Wynegar on 08.29.2010
It is not easy to bring that gray cloud of unverbalized thought and concepts to the written page. The thoughts, that feel so sharp and real, become indistinct, amorphous, impossible for me to capture and articulate. They are real to me , nonethelesss, but I cannot commuincate them.b
By Hannah on 08.29.2010
This pain is indistinct but I still feel it. Maybe I just want it to hurt but it hurts so much I don’t want to feel anymore.
By anabeth URL on 08.29.2010
does not stand out, unknown, same as everything else, a smell about it like a rose, you know its a rose from the smell, its indistinct
By Mary URL on 08.29.2010
the indistinct form flitted through the trees striking terror in her heart. she spun around wide eyed trying to make out its form. it was too late…
The lines are blurred and the paint is still wet. The charcoal is smeared and the graphite is messy; oh there was a shape alright, it was just….indistinct.
Now this, this would be life.
By emilyincolor URL on 08.29.2010
the lines were blurred on the page. her tears were adding freckles between the gray blotches of lines, but she didn’t give a damn. sometimes people just have to cry. it’s a part of life.
By Lanie on 08.29.2010
life is indistinct in so many ways, sometimes its difficult to determine dreams from reality. I wish i could live in my own little world.
By bellaflaneur URL on 08.29.2010
Something wasn’t right. To the naked eye, the kill looked fresh, but there was no scent of fresh blood left on the limp corpse. That means the body was either drained or dead for awhile. Two small puncture wounds on the neck, but I’m sure of it! This was not a vampire kill, there was no vampire scent left behind. The scent left on the body was not human either. The scent was very indistinct, one I’d never known
By Cat URL on 08.29.2010
There was always something about her. She never talked to anybody. Just read. I wondered if she ever read anything besides that book. But I would never know, she always had it covered. The title was hidden. I tried reading it over her shoulder, but she never let me. Just smirked. “Sorry honey.” She frustrated me to no end. School was the one thing I looked forward too, so I could see her.
One day I was sitting under a shady oak when she plopped down beside me. Silently, she held out a small hand and, in it was the book.
Smiling, I opened it up, and on the inside it read ‘Indistinct.’
By Elizabeth on 08.29.2010
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