I watched in wonder, as she danced across the floor. Smiling with such beauty, and moving with such grace. Gazing with those wonderful eyes into another pair, that happened to be my brothers eyes. From that day on I hated my brother.
i wonder why the sky is blue.
i wonder why my parents don’t understand
i wonder why birds chirp.
i wonder why the world is destructive.
i wonder why i am destructive.
i wonder why people are shallow.
i wonder how long i will live
i wonder what he’s thinking about
i wonder why the world was made this way
i wonder when i will start to feel old and wise
i wonder where my love is
i wonder why i wonder
I already did wonder and my answer is the same, however, I can keep going. I wonder if the world will end, If I will ever get married to the man I love, if I will ever be done with school, and if so what will I do from there. Question on top of question I wonder if I will ever find the answers.
There are things about you that make me wonder. Like the way you nervously touch your hair whenever your father walks by or the way you wipe your nose every few minutes or so. You make me worry but it’s okay because I’m here for you. I wonder if you know that.
i have lost my sense of wonder. things don’t seem exciting anymore. it’s as though at 42 i have become so world-weary. i write and talk and maybe think in cliches, regurgitations of the past, a past with wonder.
I wonder if I will ever see the world or be here forever and not make anything of my life. This is always on my mind. I also wonder if I will ever get to watch somebody die I think it might be kinda cool under the right situation.
i wonder what wonder means. wonder is such a cool word. wonder makes me wonde rabout wondering. like sucks. I like vagina. Have a nice day. I wonder how christianas vagina feels like?
She always wondered what would happen if she had walked off,
The building.
She had always wondered what would have happened to,
Her family,
Her loved ones,
The people should would have encountered for the first time,
The very next day,
She always wondered what life would have been like,
If she had just taken a deep breath,
And said good bye.
I wonder what life will bring me in the future. Wonder such a wonderful word. It brings so much curiosity and creativity to my mind. I wonder I wonder. I wonder what you might be doing/thinking right now. I love to wonder about. Wonder.
i wonder way too much. it drives me crazy. i wonder about the past and the future and everything out of my control. what would happen if i did something else. or didn’t do something. what will happen in the future because of what i did.
The misery I feel right now is like a heavy blanket that goes on forever, with no way to get out, and no way to see the light of the world. Despair is like the acidic foe to wonder: a killer of hope, delight, and colour in my world.
Wonder about the world. Wonder about life. Wonder about yourself. Don’t stop – ’cause it’ll be the the only thing that keeps you going. Don’t wonder why?!
I don’t know how I feel about wonder. it’s a bittersweet thing. THe primal urge in all of us to discover, to explore, to learn. Obviously, its beneficial. We learn and grow from it, but is it not also a horrible thing? Wonder leads to wars, disputes, and thats it.
i do this from time to time. staring at the leaves in the trees above my head on my walk from home to home. the lines are blurry between wonder and worry. i wonder about the energies we put out in to the world and other sorts of intangible mysteries that flood our everyday existence.
Looking around, I wait patiently. Lie, insanely on edge with despair about not knowing, not understanding such lateness amongst a rubble of people.
I wonder where we go, where we’re at, what we are.
He comes, and I stop wondering.
I wonder if I will be alone forever? I hope not but I can help but wonder.
If me is all Ill ever have…if this is all that Ill ever be. I wonder if the husband and the 2.5 kids is just a figment of my imagination – a fantasy that will always remain far from reach.
i wonder what wonder really encovers, it can mean many things, like the 7 wonders of the world, or “i wonder whether” as i started this typing session. Wondering is what humans do, without it we would not be able to think, to create, or to progress and evolve. Wondering is wonderful and we should do it more.
i wonder why the word wonder isn’t spelled oneder. i wonder how to wonder, i wonder what it feels like to be truly talented at something. i wonder what it’s like to be confindent. i wonder so many things, and i can’t begin to describe them. i wonder why.
I wonder if it’s time for me to let go of what happened in the past. Let go of the people who hurt me, get them out of my memory. I wonder if running away would be best for the people around me. Would it hurt them? Would it hurt me the most? People wonder about these things all the time. So I wonder about them too, it’s natural. I wonder if it’s ok.
thought, curious, life, amazing, think think think, what will happen? Does he think about me? Love, friends, family, how thinks will turn out, end, happen.
i don’t want wonder. i want a different word. and my ice cream sundae. nom nom nom. i wonder about which seat should i take? ohh how I wish it was friday, friday, gotta get down on friday. ohh yeah it is friday today!! WOOHOO!
well i like to look in the grass and be astounded by the bugs, and the blades. im very happy that the bugs aren’t sliced by those blades, they are green, but bugs have quite a lot of legs… and they probably feel pretty nice wandering out in the grass tall inches but the world is unjust and there is a lot of pain. even for bugs.
i wonder about the sun. is it really as hot as they say it is? i want to touch the sun someday. I think that would be fun. also, i wonder about the future. will the office still exist?? only time will tell…ohh the absence of michael scott. and i wonder what flavor ice cream ill have tonight.
I wonder about everything. Truth, lies, good, bad, and every other element this world has to offer. Its all meaningless, but so significant. I don’t know what I would do with the answers, but I feel it’s important to have them.
Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if things had never happened. Sometimes I wonder of all the possible situations that could be happening at this exact moment. But mostly I wonder what life would be like if we still were together.
i wonder if we will go to mcdonalds and get a hot fudge sundae because they are so delicious. hmm yummy they taste sooooo good. yummy. i want one right now. yum yum yummy! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I wonder what It would be like to fall – not fly, not soar, but feel yourself free falling towards death. Towards death, but through life – more alive then you’d ever be here, sitting on this couch, smoking your life away one pack at a time. Just falling.
Wonder sticks like glue to the shoe. Start wondering and the thoughts will go anywhere. Stop wondering and life is grey. Wonder about everything. Wonder why. Wonder when. Wonder how. Cherish the wonderings of your soul, and hold tight to the ideas that come from wondering thoughts, hopes and dreams. Wonder ceaselessly.
i had to, really. not just think about it. I had to act on the impulse, go with the flow and just knuckle down and do it. sticking the knife in wasn’t hard, but tugging it out got tough. i left it in.
I wonder what you would think of me now. It’s been thirteen years. Dad always says you would be proud. That you’d brag about me and my accomplishments. I don’t think about you every day anymore.
I wonder how many dreams I can tell you, and if they’ll be good or bad. I wonder if you’d like them, but… would it matter? I don’t think that it would, because they’re my dreams…
But then my wonderings are wrong, as I wouldn’t tell you my dreams just like that. No, I wouldn’t tell you my dreams, so this wondering is useless.
i wonder if we will stay together. wondering gets people in trouble because they forget about the real world. but it also makes for creating possibilities. wondering gets my mind off hard times. i wonder why no one will believe me and for once put their faith into me. no one listens. ever. i wonder what the point is. the point
“Do you ever just sit and wonder?” he asked her while cracking open his fifth beer.
“I think so. What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s getting harder and harder for me to just sit and marvel at all the miraculous things that surround me every day- babies, insects, global communication- I tend to overlook everything more and more every day it seems.”
She paused, let him stew and that thought for a bit and in the time it took the bottle to reach her mouth, she mused, “I still marvel at how drunk you can get in such a small amount of time.”
I watched in wonder, as she danced across the floor. Smiling with such beauty, and moving with such grace. Gazing with those wonderful eyes into another pair, that happened to be my brothers eyes. From that day on I hated my brother.
i wonder why the sky is blue.
i wonder why my parents don’t understand
i wonder why birds chirp.
i wonder why the world is destructive.
i wonder why i am destructive.
i wonder why people are shallow.
i wonder how long i will live
i wonder what he’s thinking about
i wonder why the world was made this way
i wonder when i will start to feel old and wise
i wonder where my love is
i wonder why i wonder
I already did wonder and my answer is the same, however, I can keep going. I wonder if the world will end, If I will ever get married to the man I love, if I will ever be done with school, and if so what will I do from there. Question on top of question I wonder if I will ever find the answers.
There are things about you that make me wonder. Like the way you nervously touch your hair whenever your father walks by or the way you wipe your nose every few minutes or so. You make me worry but it’s okay because I’m here for you. I wonder if you know that.
i have lost my sense of wonder. things don’t seem exciting anymore. it’s as though at 42 i have become so world-weary. i write and talk and maybe think in cliches, regurgitations of the past, a past with wonder.
I wonder if I will ever see the world or be here forever and not make anything of my life. This is always on my mind. I also wonder if I will ever get to watch somebody die I think it might be kinda cool under the right situation.
i wonder what wonder means. wonder is such a cool word. wonder makes me wonde rabout wondering. like sucks. I like vagina. Have a nice day. I wonder how christianas vagina feels like?
She always wondered what would happen if she had walked off,
The building.
She had always wondered what would have happened to,
Her family,
Her loved ones,
The people should would have encountered for the first time,
The very next day,
She always wondered what life would have been like,
If she had just taken a deep breath,
And said good bye.
I wonder what life will bring me in the future. Wonder such a wonderful word. It brings so much curiosity and creativity to my mind. I wonder I wonder. I wonder what you might be doing/thinking right now. I love to wonder about. Wonder.
i wonder way too much. it drives me crazy. i wonder about the past and the future and everything out of my control. what would happen if i did something else. or didn’t do something. what will happen in the future because of what i did.
The misery I feel right now is like a heavy blanket that goes on forever, with no way to get out, and no way to see the light of the world. Despair is like the acidic foe to wonder: a killer of hope, delight, and colour in my world.
I wonder every day when will I take that final step, the one that will bring me over the edge and relieve me from all the pain.
Wonder about the world. Wonder about life. Wonder about yourself. Don’t stop – ’cause it’ll be the the only thing that keeps you going. Don’t wonder why?!
I don’t know how I feel about wonder. it’s a bittersweet thing. THe primal urge in all of us to discover, to explore, to learn. Obviously, its beneficial. We learn and grow from it, but is it not also a horrible thing? Wonder leads to wars, disputes, and thats it.
i do this from time to time. staring at the leaves in the trees above my head on my walk from home to home. the lines are blurry between wonder and worry. i wonder about the energies we put out in to the world and other sorts of intangible mysteries that flood our everyday existence.
Looking around, I wait patiently. Lie, insanely on edge with despair about not knowing, not understanding such lateness amongst a rubble of people.
I wonder where we go, where we’re at, what we are.
He comes, and I stop wondering.
I wonder if I will be alone forever? I hope not but I can help but wonder.
If me is all Ill ever have…if this is all that Ill ever be. I wonder if the husband and the 2.5 kids is just a figment of my imagination – a fantasy that will always remain far from reach.
I wonder…what would happen if I…
Let out a tempest of scream…
After it was over, would I feel any better?
i wonder what wonder really encovers, it can mean many things, like the 7 wonders of the world, or “i wonder whether” as i started this typing session. Wondering is what humans do, without it we would not be able to think, to create, or to progress and evolve. Wondering is wonderful and we should do it more.
i wonder why the word wonder isn’t spelled oneder. i wonder how to wonder, i wonder what it feels like to be truly talented at something. i wonder what it’s like to be confindent. i wonder so many things, and i can’t begin to describe them. i wonder why.
Those who wonder are less lost than those who never do.
I wonder if it’s time for me to let go of what happened in the past. Let go of the people who hurt me, get them out of my memory. I wonder if running away would be best for the people around me. Would it hurt them? Would it hurt me the most? People wonder about these things all the time. So I wonder about them too, it’s natural. I wonder if it’s ok.
thought, curious, life, amazing, think think think, what will happen? Does he think about me? Love, friends, family, how thinks will turn out, end, happen.
i don’t want wonder. i want a different word. and my ice cream sundae. nom nom nom. i wonder about which seat should i take? ohh how I wish it was friday, friday, gotta get down on friday. ohh yeah it is friday today!! WOOHOO!
well i like to look in the grass and be astounded by the bugs, and the blades. im very happy that the bugs aren’t sliced by those blades, they are green, but bugs have quite a lot of legs… and they probably feel pretty nice wandering out in the grass tall inches but the world is unjust and there is a lot of pain. even for bugs.
i wonder about life, truth, love, existence. Wonder into the unknown, unreal, beauty of absurd serenity.
i wonder about the sun. is it really as hot as they say it is? i want to touch the sun someday. I think that would be fun. also, i wonder about the future. will the office still exist?? only time will tell…ohh the absence of michael scott. and i wonder what flavor ice cream ill have tonight.
I wonder about everything. Truth, lies, good, bad, and every other element this world has to offer. Its all meaningless, but so significant. I don’t know what I would do with the answers, but I feel it’s important to have them.
Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if things had never happened. Sometimes I wonder of all the possible situations that could be happening at this exact moment. But mostly I wonder what life would be like if we still were together.
i wonder if we will go to mcdonalds and get a hot fudge sundae because they are so delicious. hmm yummy they taste sooooo good. yummy. i want one right now. yum yum yummy! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
…Where my balloons go when I let them loose.
And who gets my notes, little notes, explaining how they could save me.
I wonder what It would be like to fall – not fly, not soar, but feel yourself free falling towards death. Towards death, but through life – more alive then you’d ever be here, sitting on this couch, smoking your life away one pack at a time. Just falling.
Wonder sticks like glue to the shoe. Start wondering and the thoughts will go anywhere. Stop wondering and life is grey. Wonder about everything. Wonder why. Wonder when. Wonder how. Cherish the wonderings of your soul, and hold tight to the ideas that come from wondering thoughts, hopes and dreams. Wonder ceaselessly.
i had to, really. not just think about it. I had to act on the impulse, go with the flow and just knuckle down and do it. sticking the knife in wasn’t hard, but tugging it out got tough. i left it in.
I wonder what you would think of me now. It’s been thirteen years. Dad always says you would be proud. That you’d brag about me and my accomplishments. I don’t think about you every day anymore.
I wonder how many dreams I can tell you, and if they’ll be good or bad. I wonder if you’d like them, but… would it matter? I don’t think that it would, because they’re my dreams…
But then my wonderings are wrong, as I wouldn’t tell you my dreams just like that. No, I wouldn’t tell you my dreams, so this wondering is useless.
i wonder if we will stay together. wondering gets people in trouble because they forget about the real world. but it also makes for creating possibilities. wondering gets my mind off hard times. i wonder why no one will believe me and for once put their faith into me. no one listens. ever. i wonder what the point is. the point
“Do you ever just sit and wonder?” he asked her while cracking open his fifth beer.
“I think so. What do you mean?”
“I mean it’s getting harder and harder for me to just sit and marvel at all the miraculous things that surround me every day- babies, insects, global communication- I tend to overlook everything more and more every day it seems.”
She paused, let him stew and that thought for a bit and in the time it took the bottle to reach her mouth, she mused, “I still marvel at how drunk you can get in such a small amount of time.”
Wonder is often lost on the old. The young find wonder everywhere and anywhere. Everything is magical and marvelous and awe inspiring. Nothing bores.