Under the sea, under the counter, under the tree. All of these phrases define space in relationship to other things. You cannot be somewhere on you own — you only have meaning when you’re related to somewhere or someone else. Maybe that’s why we define ourselves by our social relationships.
I was under a chicken when a rooster cam up and he was under the whether. Under the chicken i hide from him, knowing he could look under the chicken and see me.
Under is below. Is the downside to which no one want to come voluntarily, but the place everyone goes eventually. You can’t help it. Is not hell nor heaven, but the place in which we end at last. When the decay arrives.
Under my lungs, rests you. Tightly sealed and well kept. A vision of all I am afraid of and all the globby wells of color you have spilled. Under my lungs it is murky and filled with the scent of something unidentified. Under my lungs, I feel. Under my lungs, is where you curve into something tangible.
as she was bobbing about the ocean, not choosing which current she would like to take she suddenly got pulled under the green grey wave. not a sound left her mouth, she still hadn’t made a decision. think twice.
Under the table the little girl played with her doll for hours at a time, happily in her own little world.
Under the sea, under the counter, under the tree. All of these phrases define space in relationship to other things. You cannot be somewhere on you own — you only have meaning when you’re related to somewhere or someone else. Maybe that’s why we define ourselves by our social relationships.
I was under a chicken when a rooster cam up and he was under the whether. Under the chicken i hide from him, knowing he could look under the chicken and see me.
Under is below. Is the downside to which no one want to come voluntarily, but the place everyone goes eventually. You can’t help it. Is not hell nor heaven, but the place in which we end at last. When the decay arrives.
Under the sea in a dark cavern
Lies the heart
of a sad monster
In a cave moist with tears
Is the heart
of misunderstood beast
Under my lungs, rests you. Tightly sealed and well kept. A vision of all I am afraid of and all the globby wells of color you have spilled. Under my lungs it is murky and filled with the scent of something unidentified. Under my lungs, I feel. Under my lungs, is where you curve into something tangible.
underneath, underdeveloped, undernourished, underspent, understood, under-relevant, underplashed. underexplained, underfelt, under
as she was bobbing about the ocean, not choosing which current she would like to take she suddenly got pulled under the green grey wave. not a sound left her mouth, she still hadn’t made a decision. think twice.