it pisses me off that after all the miles I have walked for you that all I have left is this bitterness trying to convince myself that you were stupid or whatever when in real life all I have ever done is love you with all my heart and soul..I hate that this is our only connection…I honestly truly admire and love you like no other…
Did you hear about the new car that runs on water?
Really?
yeah, it can go for miles!
REALLY?!?!
Yeah its amazing!
Well, what did they do to the engine?
Nothing.
Why is it special?
The water is from the Gulf of Mexico.
I’ve gone for miles and miles alone, walked for thousands of miles on my own. The weight of one life just feels so heavy, when I only have my two shoulders. And now, standing on the edge, where the cliff of life meets the sea of death, I stand. I am all alone.
There are roads to many ends. And ends to many roads.
But I’ll never know those ends, I think.
You don’t have any ends.
And I no starts.
Miles between us, and no road.
So many miles.
Miles away, at the start of our relationship, you and I were everything to one another. Now, if you took the time to see us from someone elses eyes, you would see that we are made for each other.
‘Lily,’ Miles said, her hair fluttering around in the wind. ‘I think- I think they’ve gone too far this time.’ Her lower lip was trembling as she spoke.
Possibly the only way to get there from here was to travel the 2,100 miles. Just do it. That’s what I thought before I realized my car already had so many miles on it that it just wouldn’t make the trip. That’s the funny thing about miles, the more you go, the more you have. I wouldn’t have gone another mile without seeing something.
Cycling is awesome.
My last ride was about 22 miles.
My longest ride was 62 miles.
I’ve ridden over 1,000 miles this year so far.
My goal is 100 miles in a day this year.
there was nothing around and they had been driving for some time. IT was a pleasant drive, no bathroom breaks, no talking just listening ot music in the middle of nowhere.
miles high miles low the long road is only but a mile…but when you add more of those roads they become longer and drawn out. take them one mile at a time and smile.
MIles and MIles. How far have you ever been from home? Or is home all about the miles between you and your heart. Can you only imagine the distances people have traveled to go to where they want to be. The world has shrunk. It used to be millions of miles flat across but now you are right behind where you want to be
I started walking towards a gigantic palace, miles high. It made me wonder, “Why would anybody need a place this large to live?” That was when I met the owner of the monstrous building. He was only a wee bit shorter than the palace.
She walked, the rain pouring down around her, soaking into her very skin. But it didnt bother her. She was in heaven. The miles she walked were those she loved dearly.
Each footstep brought her closer. And despite the pain, the blood that dripped down her side, she kept going. Even though they were miles apart, she had to tell him, she had to let him know.
He walked for miles in the direction he hoped would lead to a gas station. He needed to get help before the sun set and darkness covered the sky like a blue blanket.
Miles passed before my lazy eyes as the car ambled along the Parisian streets. It had been a night of no slight amount of revelry, and though I doubted whether I would recall much of the experience once the sun had risen again into the sky.
miles and miles stretched in front of the young girl. as she stared out into the open she closed her eyes and breathed in the sweet aroma of flowers and bare land. the miles in front of her seemed daunting, but it was a task she was willing to take, she was ready for change
The journey was miles long and they would need rations and supplies before they could start out. They spent days pouring over maps, deciding which routes to take and planning what they would do should it rain.
all those miles i walked for you when content. all the miles when i ran when we struggled. and all of the miles i crawled for you when we were so thin. all you did was erase them all.
The Miles and miles I have traveled, listening to music with the top down in my Beetle. The cool breeze of the air conditioner mixed with the dampness of humidity sends chills down my spine.
I’d seen images of people with cracked, bruised, infected feet before, when I was studying common foot illnesses for medical school. By that point, I had been desensitized to the disgusting nature of medical images. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the endless miles I’d have to walk through on desert roads once I got stranded in Africa during an MSF expedition, and the pain was indeed excruciating.
We walked for miles. The road was covered in a thick, red dirt that was wet underneath from the previous day’s rainfall. it stuck to the soles of our shoes like we had stuck to each other the entire journey. The bloodshot sunset was lighting our way.
I travelled for miles and smiles
all around me, people showed fake smiles
I sat and pondered about my plight
Is it fight, or is it flight?
AGH I’m out of words
What do miles mean to me?
They are the distance life travels and will travel, the ups and downs, the good and bad, It’s all about life!
I came for miles along this dirt road in search of nothing. Yet I found something. Something that was worth everything. Never let it go. Miles of nowhere can lead to somewhere. Have faith.
He had a crooked grin like he had been a thumb sucker, which would be weird since he is an 8 pound Pekingnese. Of course he was already cursed with the name Miles Davis which is a curse only because it had to be explained constantly because he was a white dog.
for thousands of miles we rode onward, not knowing whether we were going north, south, west, east. The speedometer ticked numbers by. the clock too. numbers–the only stick of measurement we had for our displaced sense of progress.
davis and to go before i sleep. open road soundtrack long parched desert and a GTO. springsteen and the indigo girls of my childhood with bubblegum smell and brown paper travel bags
She looks up to the sky, without questioning why… why the stars sparkle so bright, why the moon is only as big as your thumb, why everything around her seems so numb, because the one she loves isn’t as vastly as far away as the miles that separates her from the night sky above.
I went on for miles and miles till no end. I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t think, I could barley breath. It hurt so much, the pain in my chest, the chocked heart in my throat, and the tears that swelled my eyes. I just went on for miles.
here was a man who couldnt see the end of the roads. It stretched so far and wide, limes on each end. he sat, thinking. why? because she will die me thought, and began to walk.
it pisses me off that after all the miles I have walked for you that all I have left is this bitterness trying to convince myself that you were stupid or whatever when in real life all I have ever done is love you with all my heart and soul..I hate that this is our only connection…I honestly truly admire and love you like no other…
I wish that I could cross the miles, the distance that we’ve had between us. Then we could be together and make our own happy ending.
Did you hear about the new car that runs on water?
Really?
yeah, it can go for miles!
REALLY?!?!
Yeah its amazing!
Well, what did they do to the engine?
Nothing.
Why is it special?
The water is from the Gulf of Mexico.
I’ve gone for miles and miles alone, walked for thousands of miles on my own. The weight of one life just feels so heavy, when I only have my two shoulders. And now, standing on the edge, where the cliff of life meets the sea of death, I stand. I am all alone.
There are roads to many ends. And ends to many roads.
But I’ll never know those ends, I think.
You don’t have any ends.
And I no starts.
Miles between us, and no road.
So many miles.
Miles away, at the start of our relationship, you and I were everything to one another. Now, if you took the time to see us from someone elses eyes, you would see that we are made for each other.
‘Lily,’ Miles said, her hair fluttering around in the wind. ‘I think- I think they’ve gone too far this time.’ Her lower lip was trembling as she spoke.
Possibly the only way to get there from here was to travel the 2,100 miles. Just do it. That’s what I thought before I realized my car already had so many miles on it that it just wouldn’t make the trip. That’s the funny thing about miles, the more you go, the more you have. I wouldn’t have gone another mile without seeing something.
there are a countless number of journeys to be taken, and they all start with one step. These steps turn into miles.
we walk for miles
we drive for miles
we see things of many miles away
I can go for miles if you know what i mean.
They are what separate me from you. Not to mention the fact that you don’t (CAN’T) love me.
run faster
Cycling is awesome.
My last ride was about 22 miles.
My longest ride was 62 miles.
I’ve ridden over 1,000 miles this year so far.
My goal is 100 miles in a day this year.
my son…lost, never forgotten, always loved.
there was nothing around and they had been driving for some time. IT was a pleasant drive, no bathroom breaks, no talking just listening ot music in the middle of nowhere.
miles high miles low the long road is only but a mile…but when you add more of those roads they become longer and drawn out. take them one mile at a time and smile.
MIles and MIles. How far have you ever been from home? Or is home all about the miles between you and your heart. Can you only imagine the distances people have traveled to go to where they want to be. The world has shrunk. It used to be millions of miles flat across but now you are right behind where you want to be
i ran fr for fucking miles hoping the road would end somewhere hoping to hit a wall hoping for relief. I ran, it chased.
I started walking towards a gigantic palace, miles high. It made me wonder, “Why would anybody need a place this large to live?” That was when I met the owner of the monstrous building. He was only a wee bit shorter than the palace.
this is the name of a homosexual boy in my math class. i drive miles everyday with music blaring. miles is a measurement. mile;s takes time.
She walked, the rain pouring down around her, soaking into her very skin. But it didnt bother her. She was in heaven. The miles she walked were those she loved dearly.
Each footstep brought her closer. And despite the pain, the blood that dripped down her side, she kept going. Even though they were miles apart, she had to tell him, she had to let him know.
She was alive.
He walked for miles in the direction he hoped would lead to a gas station. He needed to get help before the sun set and darkness covered the sky like a blue blanket.
Miles passed before my lazy eyes as the car ambled along the Parisian streets. It had been a night of no slight amount of revelry, and though I doubted whether I would recall much of the experience once the sun had risen again into the sky.
miles and miles stretched in front of the young girl. as she stared out into the open she closed her eyes and breathed in the sweet aroma of flowers and bare land. the miles in front of her seemed daunting, but it was a task she was willing to take, she was ready for change
The journey was miles long and they would need rations and supplies before they could start out. They spent days pouring over maps, deciding which routes to take and planning what they would do should it rain.
all those miles i walked for you when content. all the miles when i ran when we struggled. and all of the miles i crawled for you when we were so thin. all you did was erase them all.
The Miles and miles I have traveled, listening to music with the top down in my Beetle. The cool breeze of the air conditioner mixed with the dampness of humidity sends chills down my spine.
I’d seen images of people with cracked, bruised, infected feet before, when I was studying common foot illnesses for medical school. By that point, I had been desensitized to the disgusting nature of medical images. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the endless miles I’d have to walk through on desert roads once I got stranded in Africa during an MSF expedition, and the pain was indeed excruciating.
We walked for miles. The road was covered in a thick, red dirt that was wet underneath from the previous day’s rainfall. it stuck to the soles of our shoes like we had stuck to each other the entire journey. The bloodshot sunset was lighting our way.
I travelled for miles and smiles
all around me, people showed fake smiles
I sat and pondered about my plight
Is it fight, or is it flight?
AGH I’m out of words
What do miles mean to me?
They are the distance life travels and will travel, the ups and downs, the good and bad, It’s all about life!
Miles. A name. A distance. Smiles with no beginning. It’s a long way to the end if the end is undefined.
I came for miles along this dirt road in search of nothing. Yet I found something. Something that was worth everything. Never let it go. Miles of nowhere can lead to somewhere. Have faith.
He had a crooked grin like he had been a thumb sucker, which would be weird since he is an 8 pound Pekingnese. Of course he was already cursed with the name Miles Davis which is a curse only because it had to be explained constantly because he was a white dog.
for thousands of miles we rode onward, not knowing whether we were going north, south, west, east. The speedometer ticked numbers by. the clock too. numbers–the only stick of measurement we had for our displaced sense of progress.
“Miles, how many times must I warn you against sleeping with my sister! Next time I see you with her you’re dead meat! DEAD MEAT, you hear me!!”
davis and to go before i sleep. open road soundtrack long parched desert and a GTO. springsteen and the indigo girls of my childhood with bubblegum smell and brown paper travel bags
She looks up to the sky, without questioning why… why the stars sparkle so bright, why the moon is only as big as your thumb, why everything around her seems so numb, because the one she loves isn’t as vastly as far away as the miles that separates her from the night sky above.
I went on for miles and miles till no end. I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t think, I could barley breath. It hurt so much, the pain in my chest, the chocked heart in my throat, and the tears that swelled my eyes. I just went on for miles.
i have walked many miles. on different roads. in different countries. i have walked amongst the old, young, poor, rich, satisfied and angry.
here was a man who couldnt see the end of the roads. It stretched so far and wide, limes on each end. he sat, thinking. why? because she will die me thought, and began to walk.