near is something not far away. a certain closeness. sometimes comforting, sometimes annoying. clear near. potentially a distant thought or action is more near than you think.
The only barrier between your heart and mine is proximity, or so I’d like to think. Were I near you, perhaps this ordeal would no longer be an ordeal, but rather something that could grow.
It really doesn’t matter how far away I am. I can be millions of miles away and i can still feel you sitting next to me, so near your warmth tickles my side. That’s what happens when you carry someone with you in your heart.
You’re so near, yet so far away. I don’t whether to reach out to you or not. I don’t know if you’ll want me. Maybe you’re not that way. Maybe you rather have someone else, younger, older, prettier, more talented, more handsome. I don’t know. So I sit here and wait for you to make the first move. I hope you will.
What’s the dividing line between “Near East” and “Far East”? What if they are to your West? What if you’re farther from the “Near East” and near-er to the “Far East”?
If I were in a movie, I’d want it to be a low budget sci-fi flick and resurrect Ed Wood, Jr. to direct it. That would be as near perfect as one can get.
well it’s not far away. it’s what’s close to you. i can’t be far from you if i’m near you. near doesn’t even sound like a word. it’s ridiculous really. although it works well as “nearly”
Far from here, far from anywhere you’d know, there’s a man on a throne made of thorns watching over us. He thinks of himself as near but he’s millenia away and getting farther by the moment. We can’t blame him; he’s always been a bit delusional.
there are many things that are near and far from us, if not physically than emotionaly. its distance that tears apart and closeness that brings us together, so stay near. near and dear to us.
He wasn’t as close as he would have liked, no matter how close he got. He watched her as she smiled and grabbed another drink from the counter, eyes fluttering at some guy at the bar. It was intoxicating, watching her like this. This, this was what got him high; drugs weren’t enough anymore. Everytime she came near, his heart began a eight-oh-eight beat, faster and faster, abandoning all the time and rhythm he had ever taught himself. He used to be a trained musician; now, with her around, he was a wreck.
i was near a beach the other day and i saw a penguin while i was inside the tower of traitors. So i had to eat a piece of pie because they were taking over then i shot all of them and ate their bodies.
She was almost near the end of the rooftop. All she had to do was jump and it would be over with. No more pain, worries or fear. Just jump she told herself.
It seems I’m always near the finish line, but never manage to cross it. Does the line keep moving forward? Or do I keep moving backwards? I guess I’ll have to just keep going towards it.
The car drew near, and he ducked behind a bush, holding his hand over his eyes to block the the headlights’ glare. “This is the last thing I need,” he mumbled, feeling in his pocket for Allie’s last note.
near the beach is a dune covered in sand. as i watch the couples walk slowly to the shoreline, i see them put hand in hand. i wish i could be near someone as they are near each other. i want to be kept warm in a storm.
He sat near me, shifting and twitching as if he had a bad itch. I gave him an anxious glare, hoping he would just stop moving. I couldn’t take the annoyance of his leg rubbing up against mine or how close our faces were. Why did he sit so close?
What is near? Only a distance, but if you were farther away, near would be far. I don’t know. Now I’m confusing myself. Holding someone near and dear to your heart…how could you do that if they were far away? Maybe that’s why long distance relationships don’t really work.
Living near the waterways of the Gulf, its astonishing beauty brings tears to my eyes, peace to my soul, an awakening to my spirit that reminds me how everything and everyone is one. God is in ALL.
there’s a funny sort of insanity
in loving someone you will never meet
proximity is not closeness
being with you is more than being next to you
in our minds, in mutual affection, we are near
“Happy to be near you when you need someone to cheer you, come what may,” Frank Sinatra sang. I smiled as I looked at the clock, time ticking, bringing you closer to me, even as the road was not yet rolling under your feet the clock ticked you closer.
I am near, nearer than i have ever been. Yet I feel so far away. It is like a quest for some great prize only to get there and learn that the item you so longed for was unreachable by you. It is like striving for something you are never to have. Something you aren’t destined to have. Only inches away and yet so far.
I want to rest. I want to lie down near some warm body. I want to feel the closeness of their skin, the space between my finger tips and her shoulder-blades. Near is too far and too close.
Near reminds me of that song from Titanic: “Near, far, wherever you are.” Sometimes we forget the things in close proximity to us until distance is established between us and
So near, but so far. Isn’t that how it always seemed to work? He was two feet away, holding onto her as tightly as possible, but he saw she was miles away, in a whole other world. She’d just lost the thing most important to her, and now she folding in on herself. He didn’t have much time left before she’d never be the same again. “I love you,” he whispered, knowing it was too late to matter.
Near and far. There was a time when this was how I looked at the world. Black and white. Come and go. Here and gone. Now I can’t seem to find a place to settle, and everything is far. Except for the fears, the doubts. Always here. Always near.
We always live life near. Well this time I’m going far. Over mountains, over deserts, over oceans. Until I reach my place, hidden and just for me. No more trying to hold everything close, instead I will belong with everything.
I was as close as I could get. I was near to you, that’s all I wanted to be. I was near. It was all that mattered. that closeness, that… I love you. your presence. near was all I ever wanted to be with you.
i need you near or else my heart is broken and without you near i cant smell nor hear or even see beauty because i haven’t had the pleasure of doing so within the past 36 hours
He was always close, so close. But never close enough. He could see him, watch him, call out to him…but never close enough to touch. He was always right there, within arms reach, yet always just out of his grasp.
He was near, yet in the same sense so very far away.
Sitting on the cushioned grass, I could sense what was near to me. Another life; many lives. My outstretched hand swayed over the glossy blades, their being just as important as mine.
Near of me oder from me oder ist doch egal. Mich nerven diese kleinen feinen Unterschiede. Falsches Wort benutzt und schon klinge ich wie eine Idiotin. Ich habe immer SpOnge-Bob gesagt. Dann kommt meine englischsprechende Freundin und sagt: “Ah, du meinst SpAnge-Bob.” “Hä?”
I am as near to freaking out as I’ve ever been. It’s almost impossible to work with some of these people. I have a degree in design, so what do I REALLY know about design? Should I really be taking advice from someone who doesn’t even know the primary colors?
near is something not far away. a certain closeness. sometimes comforting, sometimes annoying. clear near. potentially a distant thought or action is more near than you think.
The only barrier between your heart and mine is proximity, or so I’d like to think. Were I near you, perhaps this ordeal would no longer be an ordeal, but rather something that could grow.
It really doesn’t matter how far away I am. I can be millions of miles away and i can still feel you sitting next to me, so near your warmth tickles my side. That’s what happens when you carry someone with you in your heart.
You’re so near, yet so far away. I don’t whether to reach out to you or not. I don’t know if you’ll want me. Maybe you’re not that way. Maybe you rather have someone else, younger, older, prettier, more talented, more handsome. I don’t know. So I sit here and wait for you to make the first move. I hope you will.
What’s the dividing line between “Near East” and “Far East”? What if they are to your West? What if you’re farther from the “Near East” and near-er to the “Far East”?
If I were in a movie, I’d want it to be a low budget sci-fi flick and resurrect Ed Wood, Jr. to direct it. That would be as near perfect as one can get.
well it’s not far away. it’s what’s close to you. i can’t be far from you if i’m near you. near doesn’t even sound like a word. it’s ridiculous really. although it works well as “nearly”
i am nearing you. i am close. you feel my breath on the back of your neck.
hi!
Near Hear Beer Sheer.
Not Hot Bot Shot.
Nose Hose Bose Shows.
Neat Heat Beat Sheet.
Far from here, far from anywhere you’d know, there’s a man on a throne made of thorns watching over us. He thinks of himself as near but he’s millenia away and getting farther by the moment. We can’t blame him; he’s always been a bit delusional.
But it would be nice if he were nearer.
there are many things that are near and far from us, if not physically than emotionaly. its distance that tears apart and closeness that brings us together, so stay near. near and dear to us.
He wasn’t as close as he would have liked, no matter how close he got. He watched her as she smiled and grabbed another drink from the counter, eyes fluttering at some guy at the bar. It was intoxicating, watching her like this. This, this was what got him high; drugs weren’t enough anymore. Everytime she came near, his heart began a eight-oh-eight beat, faster and faster, abandoning all the time and rhythm he had ever taught himself. He used to be a trained musician; now, with her around, he was a wreck.
i was near a beach the other day and i saw a penguin while i was inside the tower of traitors. So i had to eat a piece of pie because they were taking over then i shot all of them and ate their bodies.
She was almost near the end of the rooftop. All she had to do was jump and it would be over with. No more pain, worries or fear. Just jump she told herself.
It seems I’m always near the finish line, but never manage to cross it. Does the line keep moving forward? Or do I keep moving backwards? I guess I’ll have to just keep going towards it.
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The car drew near, and he ducked behind a bush, holding his hand over his eyes to block the the headlights’ glare. “This is the last thing I need,” he mumbled, feeling in his pocket for Allie’s last note.
near the beach is a dune covered in sand. as i watch the couples walk slowly to the shoreline, i see them put hand in hand. i wish i could be near someone as they are near each other. i want to be kept warm in a storm.
He sat near me, shifting and twitching as if he had a bad itch. I gave him an anxious glare, hoping he would just stop moving. I couldn’t take the annoyance of his leg rubbing up against mine or how close our faces were. Why did he sit so close?
What is near? Only a distance, but if you were farther away, near would be far. I don’t know. Now I’m confusing myself. Holding someone near and dear to your heart…how could you do that if they were far away? Maybe that’s why long distance relationships don’t really work.
Living near the waterways of the Gulf, its astonishing beauty brings tears to my eyes, peace to my soul, an awakening to my spirit that reminds me how everything and everyone is one. God is in ALL.
there’s a funny sort of insanity
in loving someone you will never meet
proximity is not closeness
being with you is more than being next to you
in our minds, in mutual affection, we are near
“Happy to be near you when you need someone to cheer you, come what may,” Frank Sinatra sang. I smiled as I looked at the clock, time ticking, bringing you closer to me, even as the road was not yet rolling under your feet the clock ticked you closer.
I am near, nearer than i have ever been. Yet I feel so far away. It is like a quest for some great prize only to get there and learn that the item you so longed for was unreachable by you. It is like striving for something you are never to have. Something you aren’t destined to have. Only inches away and yet so far.
“It’s near,” he said, getting up off the ground, staring at the fresh tracks. “Ready your weapons. We’re in for a bloodbath.”
It is getting near time that I tell my sister just what I think about listening to all of “Her” problems all of the time.
I want to rest. I want to lie down near some warm body. I want to feel the closeness of their skin, the space between my finger tips and her shoulder-blades. Near is too far and too close.
Near reminds me of that song from Titanic: “Near, far, wherever you are.” Sometimes we forget the things in close proximity to us until distance is established between us and
So near, but so far. Isn’t that how it always seemed to work? He was two feet away, holding onto her as tightly as possible, but he saw she was miles away, in a whole other world. She’d just lost the thing most important to her, and now she folding in on herself. He didn’t have much time left before she’d never be the same again. “I love you,” he whispered, knowing it was too late to matter.
Near and far. There was a time when this was how I looked at the world. Black and white. Come and go. Here and gone. Now I can’t seem to find a place to settle, and everything is far. Except for the fears, the doubts. Always here. Always near.
We always live life near. Well this time I’m going far. Over mountains, over deserts, over oceans. Until I reach my place, hidden and just for me. No more trying to hold everything close, instead I will belong with everything.
I was as close as I could get. I was near to you, that’s all I wanted to be. I was near. It was all that mattered. that closeness, that… I love you. your presence. near was all I ever wanted to be with you.
I find it hard to believe that I’m so close to being completely self-sustaining. It’s a combination of exciting and nerve wracking.
i need you near or else my heart is broken and without you near i cant smell nor hear or even see beauty because i haven’t had the pleasure of doing so within the past 36 hours
He was always close, so close. But never close enough. He could see him, watch him, call out to him…but never close enough to touch. He was always right there, within arms reach, yet always just out of his grasp.
He was near, yet in the same sense so very far away.
And it was killing him inside.
Sitting on the cushioned grass, I could sense what was near to me. Another life; many lives. My outstretched hand swayed over the glossy blades, their being just as important as mine.
Near of me oder from me oder ist doch egal. Mich nerven diese kleinen feinen Unterschiede. Falsches Wort benutzt und schon klinge ich wie eine Idiotin. Ich habe immer SpOnge-Bob gesagt. Dann kommt meine englischsprechende Freundin und sagt: “Ah, du meinst SpAnge-Bob.” “Hä?”
Sometimes I wish I was
Near an answer
But
The truth is
I know it will never be.
There’s too much
That’s holding me back
And
I think that
Maybe it’s a good thing.
Being close
To things
And being
Near
To people
Is so
…Overrated.
I try to see you
but I can’t
I try to read your presence
but I can’t
I try
I try
but my sight prevents me
I am as near to freaking out as I’ve ever been. It’s almost impossible to work with some of these people. I have a degree in design, so what do I REALLY know about design? Should I really be taking advice from someone who doesn’t even know the primary colors?