I wondered. Wandered. Through dreams-where you are, what you do, what you might be. Reflections stare, glare back at me the space beside is empty. And I wonder a great many things- and one of them is- do you wonder about me.
i wondered what he could mean. i wondered if it all could be a dream. or more so a mistake. i wondered if what he said was true and if i in fact was a stranger even to myself. and if all of this wondering would lead to truth or just in circles or worse..to madness.
about the clouds in the sky wondering in the night and life just passes you by as you wondered about life passing you by. I wonder when this will end but I guess i will have to continue wondering. I wondered about the sun rise in the sky and how it feel at night. wondered. wondering is a world of freedom, and i like freedom and wondering
how many times do you have to wonder the answer to a question before you find the answer?
I wonder why you never look me in the eyes
I wonder why you left me
I wonder why I am still thinking of you
I do that a lot. Imagine, I mean. I think about where I’ve been, where I am, where I’ll go, think about new doors, new windows, closed doors, where that has brought me, people, places, life, love, everything.
I think so much that sometimes I wonder to myself- what would life be like if I could stop thinking so much and just- I don’t know- DO something?
She wondered, as she sat still and quiet, if wondering had left her forever. The days of thinking about her life, what her future would be, were now gone. All that was left her was to wonder about the end of that life. And that didn’t engender a lot of thought.
At first I had to think about what wondered meant then my mind starting wondering. I wonder about my future the color purple and my love. Who am I? Who is anyone? Do we always know? I question the times I’ve wondered.
Ever wondered why we were transcended to this universe, ever wondered what’s the purpose of our life. Since our nascence, we just move on living the life the way it comes in tits & bits, without giving a thought to why we are here. The greatest epic Gita shed some light on how we are bound to serve our existence by understanding the capabilities & skills we were bestowed with since our childhood days. Know yourself & you will know it all.
He wondered if she was telling the truth.
Did she really love him?
In the time it took him to think those words a million micro expressions of doubt had crossed his face.
And she had seen every one.
i’ve always wondered what could happen if i could fly. no airplanes. no parachutes. just me, up in the air, soaring. the wind kissing my cheek…no constraints. no fear. i can come down when i want, and i’ll never be terrified because for once, i don’t have to be in control. the wind will take me wherever it goes, and THAT is refreshing. so refreshing. i feel calm just thinking about it
I often wondered what it would be like to be normal? I mean I am not that different to be like crazy or psychotic. I mean to have things happen like how they do for other people, like get married or have relationships without fail. I don’t really find live a life I should be having.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to simply up and leave the safety and security of the life you’ve always known for the scary and wild unknown??
I wondered a lot. I wondered how different my life could have been. How different it should have been. What if we had been dealt opposite hands of cards? Could he have taken on what I have had to? I doubt many could have. I don’t even know how I did. I guess I wonder how it’ll end but that’s not written yet.
I wondered what the possible word would be that appeared at the top of this page. Come to think of it, why did I know it was going to be at the top of this page. Why not at the bottom? I guess that is the great thing about wondering. You never know where the word is going to come from! Sweet. I made it with time to spare.
I always wondered what it would be like to be a super hero. With super epic super powers!! can you imagine shooting lasers from your eye balls?!! Ha I think not! I would leap over tall building and fly in open places….I wouldn’t save anyone though…I’d be too busy wondering what it would be like to be a super villian…
Wondering about things is the norm and I’m pretty sure everyone does that all the time (like me)..to a certain extent, someone wonders same as you but to another extent it can be different. But I’m sure someone out there is now wondering the same as what I am..hello there stranger! I’m wondering who you are..
Wondering about things is the norm and I’m pretty sure everyone does that all the time (like me)..to a certain extent someone wonders same as you but to another extent it can be different. But I’m sure someone out there is now wondering the same as what I am..hellow stranger:)
she wondered if she had ever found herself knowing anything concretely. she had traveled the landscapes of her heart but never packed a map or left a trail of breadcrumbs.
wondering is a interesting concept. what is it really? how can you wonder and is it really a thing? i mean it definitely isn’t tangible. i wonder what others wonder about. how weird.
I wondered what was on the other side if i lied through my mouth and saw through my eyes. Wondering the future will leave you blind but understanding the past will exalt the mind.
Simon always wondered about where thoughts come from. Electrical impulses in organic matter housed in a bony construct at the top of his neck. Those impulses translate to fingers pressing down on a keyboard, or a tongue, teeth and vocal cords conspiring to make sounds, or hands using tools to make paintings, drawings, or just movements. Creations. Destructions. Sometimes the thoughts lead to no impulses, merely bouncing around aimlessly until they go dormant and/or fizzle out of existence.
As he walked with the dog alone through the neighborhood at 2:00 AM, he began to wonder about where those un-manifested thoughts go. Simon did not sleep for three days.
wwoooonderededed about many things in my liiiifetime, yes, yes, like if I was happy, if I could trust trust myself, and haha, and could I? wondered wondered, yes, wondered.
i wondered about my moms day. she seemed tired, upset and withered but she put a smile on for us anyway. she is tired of my father but still pretends everything will be ok even though he has no job and she pays all the bills. i wonder if she thought her life would be this way?
Can you continue on wondering? “I wondered about what would happen between us?” Do you ever really have an answer? Are there any answers to wonders…have you ever wondered about answers? ….what is really left…there is no wonder left in this world…all that remains is regret…
I wonder why people are always bashing on love and saying it sucks. But truth is, love is the most magical and most pure thing in the world. Love doesn’t suck, lying sucks, cheating sucks, jealousy, frustration, pain, anger sucks, and love is the only thing that makes things better.
I wondered what to do about it, staring in shock at the bloody mess at my feet. The blade in my hand slipped, clattering as it hit the earth, and my glazed eyes slowly cleared. “Shitshitshit,” I muttered, backing up as my muscles trembled uncontrollably. “What am I going to do now?”
Jill stared at the sky. Blue, so blue. What caused it to be blue? how far did it go? Up, into space? what is up there, beyond the clouds. The questions fermented in her brain, growing more and more. and Jill just stared up at the sky, and she wondered.
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I wondered. Wandered. Through dreams-where you are, what you do, what you might be. Reflections stare, glare back at me the space beside is empty. And I wonder a great many things- and one of them is- do you wonder about me.
wondered
stunned
i was wondered by the scenic buety
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amazing
superb
fantastic
i wondered what he could mean. i wondered if it all could be a dream. or more so a mistake. i wondered if what he said was true and if i in fact was a stranger even to myself. and if all of this wondering would lead to truth or just in circles or worse..to madness.
why? random. people. changes.
about the clouds in the sky wondering in the night and life just passes you by as you wondered about life passing you by. I wonder when this will end but I guess i will have to continue wondering. I wondered about the sun rise in the sky and how it feel at night. wondered. wondering is a world of freedom, and i like freedom and wondering
“I wondered what will become of my life”, said the young boy. “The rainbow caught me by surprise and drew me deep into thought.”
how many times do you have to wonder the answer to a question before you find the answer?
I wonder why you never look me in the eyes
I wonder why you left me
I wonder why I am still thinking of you
I wonder
I do that a lot. Imagine, I mean. I think about where I’ve been, where I am, where I’ll go, think about new doors, new windows, closed doors, where that has brought me, people, places, life, love, everything.
I think so much that sometimes I wonder to myself- what would life be like if I could stop thinking so much and just- I don’t know- DO something?
I wondered in the forest and saw a man. He was wearing a red coat, but I couldn’t see his face. I followed him, and now Im lost.
She wondered what she’d do that day. Cry a little? Pray a little? Sleep a little? Or maybe she’ll just stay the same and play a little game.
She wondered, as she sat still and quiet, if wondering had left her forever. The days of thinking about her life, what her future would be, were now gone. All that was left her was to wonder about the end of that life. And that didn’t engender a lot of thought.
At first I had to think about what wondered meant then my mind starting wondering. I wonder about my future the color purple and my love. Who am I? Who is anyone? Do we always know? I question the times I’ve wondered.
Ever wondered why we were transcended to this universe, ever wondered what’s the purpose of our life. Since our nascence, we just move on living the life the way it comes in tits & bits, without giving a thought to why we are here. The greatest epic Gita shed some light on how we are bound to serve our existence by understanding the capabilities & skills we were bestowed with since our childhood days. Know yourself & you will know it all.
He wondered if she was telling the truth.
Did she really love him?
In the time it took him to think those words a million micro expressions of doubt had crossed his face.
And she had seen every one.
HE WONDERED WHY HE WAS HERE. INFACT HE OFTEN WONDERED WHY ABOUT A LOT OF THINGS. HE WONDERED NO LONGER AS THE SIXTY SECONDS WAS UP! LOL!
i’ve always wondered what could happen if i could fly. no airplanes. no parachutes. just me, up in the air, soaring. the wind kissing my cheek…no constraints. no fear. i can come down when i want, and i’ll never be terrified because for once, i don’t have to be in control. the wind will take me wherever it goes, and THAT is refreshing. so refreshing. i feel calm just thinking about it
I often wondered what it would be like to be normal? I mean I am not that different to be like crazy or psychotic. I mean to have things happen like how they do for other people, like get married or have relationships without fail. I don’t really find live a life I should be having.
I wondered if I would ever see him again. He turned into the fog and I watched until all that was left was a smudge and then all I could see was white
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to simply up and leave the safety and security of the life you’ve always known for the scary and wild unknown??
I wondered a lot. I wondered how different my life could have been. How different it should have been. What if we had been dealt opposite hands of cards? Could he have taken on what I have had to? I doubt many could have. I don’t even know how I did. I guess I wonder how it’ll end but that’s not written yet.
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i wondered
i wonder
i wander
but i am still
I wondered what the possible word would be that appeared at the top of this page. Come to think of it, why did I know it was going to be at the top of this page. Why not at the bottom? I guess that is the great thing about wondering. You never know where the word is going to come from! Sweet. I made it with time to spare.
i wondered today what was going trough your mind
but i’ll never know
not really
I always wondered what it would be like to be a super hero. With super epic super powers!! can you imagine shooting lasers from your eye balls?!! Ha I think not! I would leap over tall building and fly in open places….I wouldn’t save anyone though…I’d be too busy wondering what it would be like to be a super villian…
Wondering about things is the norm and I’m pretty sure everyone does that all the time (like me)..to a certain extent, someone wonders same as you but to another extent it can be different. But I’m sure someone out there is now wondering the same as what I am..hello there stranger! I’m wondering who you are..
my life is one long wonder.
it makes sense to me that wander and wonder are almost the same.
Wondering about things is the norm and I’m pretty sure everyone does that all the time (like me)..to a certain extent someone wonders same as you but to another extent it can be different. But I’m sure someone out there is now wondering the same as what I am..hellow stranger:)
she wondered if she had ever found herself knowing anything concretely. she had traveled the landscapes of her heart but never packed a map or left a trail of breadcrumbs.
wondering is a interesting concept. what is it really? how can you wonder and is it really a thing? i mean it definitely isn’t tangible. i wonder what others wonder about. how weird.
I wondered what was on the other side if i lied through my mouth and saw through my eyes. Wondering the future will leave you blind but understanding the past will exalt the mind.
Simon always wondered about where thoughts come from. Electrical impulses in organic matter housed in a bony construct at the top of his neck. Those impulses translate to fingers pressing down on a keyboard, or a tongue, teeth and vocal cords conspiring to make sounds, or hands using tools to make paintings, drawings, or just movements. Creations. Destructions. Sometimes the thoughts lead to no impulses, merely bouncing around aimlessly until they go dormant and/or fizzle out of existence.
As he walked with the dog alone through the neighborhood at 2:00 AM, he began to wonder about where those un-manifested thoughts go. Simon did not sleep for three days.
wwoooonderededed about many things in my liiiifetime, yes, yes, like if I was happy, if I could trust trust myself, and haha, and could I? wondered wondered, yes, wondered.
wondered..it’s like the wandering of the mind. It goes off exploring, thinking. Creating. You can wonder for ages. In german Wandern means hiking.
i wondered about my moms day. she seemed tired, upset and withered but she put a smile on for us anyway. she is tired of my father but still pretends everything will be ok even though he has no job and she pays all the bills. i wonder if she thought her life would be this way?
i wondered how this could be…
Can you continue on wondering? “I wondered about what would happen between us?” Do you ever really have an answer? Are there any answers to wonders…have you ever wondered about answers? ….what is really left…there is no wonder left in this world…all that remains is regret…
I wonder why people are always bashing on love and saying it sucks. But truth is, love is the most magical and most pure thing in the world. Love doesn’t suck, lying sucks, cheating sucks, jealousy, frustration, pain, anger sucks, and love is the only thing that makes things better.
I wondered what to do about it, staring in shock at the bloody mess at my feet. The blade in my hand slipped, clattering as it hit the earth, and my glazed eyes slowly cleared. “Shitshitshit,” I muttered, backing up as my muscles trembled uncontrollably. “What am I going to do now?”
Jill stared at the sky. Blue, so blue. What caused it to be blue? how far did it go? Up, into space? what is up there, beyond the clouds. The questions fermented in her brain, growing more and more. and Jill just stared up at the sky, and she wondered.