She was distant, mysterious. She was everything I ever wanted to be. I strive to be her, my dream was to be just like her. She was my role model, though everyone focused on her faults. Mariah Little was a suicidal, mental, and lethal girl, but she was everything I wished to be.
Distant is cold. Distant can bring about ignorance, but of course not all the time. People tend to believe that out of sight, out of mind, they blame distance on their decision of separation. It’s crazy
Why must you be so distant? So child and aloof? Can’t you see I love you so? And I know you mist love me. Mommy, I don’t like your coffin. Please get up.
Distance is a peculiar thing. There is nothing to see, nothing to feel, it is all just something that we must become acquainted with. It can bring joy. It can bring pain. It is like the wind: we can feel it, however we cannot hear it.
Somewhere far away there is a land that is lost. His heart is there, his lost heart. It was once the best and dearest part of him, but now…gone, so far…so long ago.
The distant moon in all it’s silvery glow cast a shimmering shadow ion the dark black waters of the ocean. The silhouette of a distant ship filled the lighthouse keeper with a sense of awe at the beauty in the world.
People have issues with others who are distant. My question is why? I don’t think its important to share every thought or issue. Some things are meant for everyone. if a person is being distant let them be. if they want to discuss or talk with you then they will.
In the distant horizon I saw a beautiful full moon shining above the vast expanse of the ocean. It’s silvery moonlight cast a shimmering pool of immense beauty on the waves.
distant is a word with negative vibes. i always think of lack of communication if someone is distant from me. lack of communication always creates problems. therefore, stay close!
I can feel him becoming distant to me again. Though this time it feels so different, like this time I will lose him for good. I don’t know why he is so afraid to be honest with me, it’s okay.
Always too far. Plateaus and red plains. Horizons that begin as mountains and then fold outwards. The feeling of your heart being pinned here, and pinned to another person, and then stretched stretched and the distance rolls outwards and it pulls at you painfully.
Whether it’s now or in the distant future, I will always love you and be grateful for loving me the way you did.
For now, I’ll be wild and free.
Because I can see the chains of society in the distance ahead.
It’s easier to keep a distance from everything, protect yourself from getting hurt. But these defense mechanisms, they do their damage as well. You stop feeling because you’ve pulled yourself away from anything that can incite reaction and emotion. You stop caring, or you don’t want to, but you don’t remember how to connect to people, places, things.
I am going to a very distant place in which no one has ever heard about. It’s a country lost in the middle of the atlantic ocean in the guinea gulf. is lovely, it has beaches and i cant wait to get lost there forever and never come back. ditto.
The rain was relentless and fell like great vertical sheets of glass. As if sensing what lay ahead of them, somewhere between Wauchope and Dorrigo on the road to Telford’s Gorge the rain gave way to something more sinister. The earth began to shake and belch beneath the car. With deafening cracks, like gunshots, towering eucalyptus snapped from their roots and fell to earth like fallen soldiers. The tyres spun and faltered as Peter tried to accelerate up the mountain. Before him enormous cracks appeared in the face of the cliff and raging rivers formed on either side of the road, taking with it everything in its path to the bottom of valley and further still to the mouths of distant bulging rivers.
Distant.I was never really a distant person,at least…not until the incident.It’s funny how such small things can change your life in such big ways.I used to think that wasn’t true.
The caller had engaged his interest quickly, and it seemed that whoever it was had done their homework. They knew Doyle’s background, career, and his politics. Would he be interested in changing the political landscape forever, he had been asked, and making a tidy sum in the process? He had been hesitant at first, but the caller was politely persistent, and very persuasive, and after a week of almost daily calls, Doyle found himself eager to a start work. The plot was brilliantly simple. Incumbent politicians would be “persuaded” to retire from political life by being reminded of some embarrassing or unfortunate secret from their distant past. As long as there were no threats made, it would be nothing more than political advice, similar to what their own campaign managers would give them. Indeed, it happened a lot in politics that peoples past record caused them to withdraw from the public eye, but it was random and haphazard. Doyle’s mystery client suggested that if it was done on an organised basis, targeting specific political figures, then the whole political landscape could be redrawn. They would not be interfering with the democratic process, but simply giving the voters a better class of candidate.
The distant sounds that I can hear make me shiver involuntarily. What is it about them, I wonder. Something distinctly feral and fear inducing. Why would something that unrecognizable, to such a shielded child, instill a sense of admonition in her?
everything was so far away down here. Time was warped and the universe ceased to exist. The only thing I could think of was how distant I was from help; how I couldn’t pull them into thus. I had to concentrate.
and he was running so hard; his chest screaming but he had to make it just a few more steps. He was reaching out straining so hard but his fingers only met air. His friend was slipping away from him gone forever; he failed.
Falling to his knees the cold air dug into his skin, to his bones. It was over. Everything they had worked for was gone and no one was here this time to help him. It was truly completely over. he sobbed.
The stars sparkled in the distant sky and Alissa thought through her future. If only she could get that far away. Start over. Distance would be her saviour.
She saw the faint light on the distant horizon…hard to tell if the figure carrying the lantern was moving towards her or away. All too soon….daylight arose and the lantern was no longer seen amidst the brightness. She had to look away…eyes tired from the long night watch….it was then that she drifted off to sleep….
When she eventually awoke…she saw footprints in the mud. It looked like someone had stopped and stood for a while….but one can never be too sure…she fell back into the distant dream….night and day….past and present…wakefulness and sleep…merging into one….
My love is so distant.
He is in my heart, but physically far away.
The distance grows daily.
Sometimes I worry that it will become too much to bear.
I can’t let that happen.
I must keep him close.
She looked away, distant, feeling apart from everything. How could her reconnect? All she had ever wanted suddenly faded away from view and was transported to a unreachable place.
Everything seems distant today. From my friends warmth to my own fingertips touching the sides of a coffee mug. This must be loneliness. That is all that It can be. To run through these ideas with so little feeling hurts.
The fog rose in the distance as the moon slowly rose in the sky. I had become accustomed to the sight. The eerie glow of the moon against the clouds felt like home.
Having met in their late thirties, Luke and Serena were a couple in a hurry. Theirs was a union of convenient practicalities. After a few weeks of tolerable coupling, they saw no use in getting engaged and skipped without haste into small wedding on their balcony. The sex, which had really been undertaken as an obligation on both parts, gave way early to mornings perusing the real estate classifieds.
Serena tried to remember what her Mumma wore that day, and the colour of her hair. What was it she said? There had been a song, a silly childlike song, sung softly to soothe her. She could not summon it. She knew that somewhere within herself she had tucked away the memories to keep them whole. She feared bringing them out lest the images of her Mumma crumble and fly away down the beach on the southerly breeze. It was always in the sky, that she saw her. That vast unreachable sky, so distant. She could see the twinkling blue of her eyes and her smooth lips turn upward into a gentle smile. She could breathe her in, become her. Just never touch her, despite that being the thing she wanted so desperately.
At times distant ppl give u such a relief that close relations fail to utter. Pale u left.far.behind That is ur early relations can’t be departed not keep their place in our hearts not souls. Sometime we don’t even rrelize what we possess not crave for unachievable meaningless not material things that can only sooth temporarily. One should be Satisfied and enjoy present to.live life fully. Crave for knowledge about distant object at times bring soul familiarity with the object. Love and care are both needed in Any relationship.
There were a couple of ways the girls at the ‘stead described her. “Francis is the redhead, dyed, obviously,” Natania said, and Ódri explained that she was the one who carried me to the doctor that night they found me. Esperanza just said she was distant, and that if I ever got a sense of who Francis really is I should tell them all about her because Francis was still an enigma to them.
Ódri prides herself on knowing more about Francis than the rest of us, and maybe that’s true since she’s always following her around like a lost little girl. But Francis is hardest on Ódri– colder, sharper, even more– distant.
In the distant future’ he thought, staring out of his window into the night sky
‘maybe then i’ll find something’. He looked back into the room behind him. the old creaky bed, the used furniture. Remnants of the past tennants. the orphan life is all he had known.
She was distant, mysterious. She was everything I ever wanted to be. I strive to be her, my dream was to be just like her. She was my role model, though everyone focused on her faults. Mariah Little was a suicidal, mental, and lethal girl, but she was everything I wished to be.
Distant is cold. Distant can bring about ignorance, but of course not all the time. People tend to believe that out of sight, out of mind, they blame distance on their decision of separation. It’s crazy
Why must you be so distant? So child and aloof? Can’t you see I love you so? And I know you mist love me. Mommy, I don’t like your coffin. Please get up.
Distance is a peculiar thing. There is nothing to see, nothing to feel, it is all just something that we must become acquainted with. It can bring joy. It can bring pain. It is like the wind: we can feel it, however we cannot hear it.
the azure sky darkens on the horizon as I float in a steaming pool of thermal mineral water among surreal lava fields…
I feel distant to everyone else. It’s just a word. I dont know what to write here. moon is a distant object from earth. so is the sun.
Somewhere far away there is a land that is lost. His heart is there, his lost heart. It was once the best and dearest part of him, but now…gone, so far…so long ago.
The distant moon in all it’s silvery glow cast a shimmering shadow ion the dark black waters of the ocean. The silhouette of a distant ship filled the lighthouse keeper with a sense of awe at the beauty in the world.
People have issues with others who are distant. My question is why? I don’t think its important to share every thought or issue. Some things are meant for everyone. if a person is being distant let them be. if they want to discuss or talk with you then they will.
In the distant horizon I saw a beautiful full moon shining above the vast expanse of the ocean. It’s silvery moonlight cast a shimmering pool of immense beauty on the waves.
distant is a word with negative vibes. i always think of lack of communication if someone is distant from me. lack of communication always creates problems. therefore, stay close!
I can feel him becoming distant to me again. Though this time it feels so different, like this time I will lose him for good. I don’t know why he is so afraid to be honest with me, it’s okay.
Always too far. Plateaus and red plains. Horizons that begin as mountains and then fold outwards. The feeling of your heart being pinned here, and pinned to another person, and then stretched stretched and the distance rolls outwards and it pulls at you painfully.
I live in my world of thoughts inside my head, so distant and unreal. How can I ever let go of this surreal world?
Whether it’s now or in the distant future, I will always love you and be grateful for loving me the way you did.
For now, I’ll be wild and free.
Because I can see the chains of society in the distance ahead.
It’s easier to keep a distance from everything, protect yourself from getting hurt. But these defense mechanisms, they do their damage as well. You stop feeling because you’ve pulled yourself away from anything that can incite reaction and emotion. You stop caring, or you don’t want to, but you don’t remember how to connect to people, places, things.
I am going to a very distant place in which no one has ever heard about. It’s a country lost in the middle of the atlantic ocean in the guinea gulf. is lovely, it has beaches and i cant wait to get lost there forever and never come back. ditto.
The rain was relentless and fell like great vertical sheets of glass. As if sensing what lay ahead of them, somewhere between Wauchope and Dorrigo on the road to Telford’s Gorge the rain gave way to something more sinister. The earth began to shake and belch beneath the car. With deafening cracks, like gunshots, towering eucalyptus snapped from their roots and fell to earth like fallen soldiers. The tyres spun and faltered as Peter tried to accelerate up the mountain. Before him enormous cracks appeared in the face of the cliff and raging rivers formed on either side of the road, taking with it everything in its path to the bottom of valley and further still to the mouths of distant bulging rivers.
Distant.I was never really a distant person,at least…not until the incident.It’s funny how such small things can change your life in such big ways.I used to think that wasn’t true.
The caller had engaged his interest quickly, and it seemed that whoever it was had done their homework. They knew Doyle’s background, career, and his politics. Would he be interested in changing the political landscape forever, he had been asked, and making a tidy sum in the process? He had been hesitant at first, but the caller was politely persistent, and very persuasive, and after a week of almost daily calls, Doyle found himself eager to a start work. The plot was brilliantly simple. Incumbent politicians would be “persuaded” to retire from political life by being reminded of some embarrassing or unfortunate secret from their distant past. As long as there were no threats made, it would be nothing more than political advice, similar to what their own campaign managers would give them. Indeed, it happened a lot in politics that peoples past record caused them to withdraw from the public eye, but it was random and haphazard. Doyle’s mystery client suggested that if it was done on an organised basis, targeting specific political figures, then the whole political landscape could be redrawn. They would not be interfering with the democratic process, but simply giving the voters a better class of candidate.
The worst part is,
I let myself feel hope
And now I hurt
It’s my fault
He’s distant.
Congrats on being the last one I get my hopes up for.
Congrats on throwing my daydreams at my feet
Like a slap in the face.
How silly of me to try
And let myself be surprised
How dare I let someone stir things in me
Beyond my control.
This was all because I let myself feel.
And I will never let myself forget that.
The distant sounds that I can hear make me shiver involuntarily. What is it about them, I wonder. Something distinctly feral and fear inducing. Why would something that unrecognizable, to such a shielded child, instill a sense of admonition in her?
The constant buzz she kept hearing was from distant soul’s cry. So Lived the strangers under the same roof in the name of husband and wife. 3rd
It’s so distant. But is don’t distant. I’m very happy abo
The last time we met
You were laughing
And glowing
And sparkling
No one could take their eyes off of you
But since then
Something has
Changed
You’re different
Distant
Removed
Unattached
I wish I understood you better
everything was so far away down here. Time was warped and the universe ceased to exist. The only thing I could think of was how distant I was from help; how I couldn’t pull them into thus. I had to concentrate.
and he was running so hard; his chest screaming but he had to make it just a few more steps. He was reaching out straining so hard but his fingers only met air. His friend was slipping away from him gone forever; he failed.
Falling to his knees the cold air dug into his skin, to his bones. It was over. Everything they had worked for was gone and no one was here this time to help him. It was truly completely over. he sobbed.
The stars sparkled in the distant sky and Alissa thought through her future. If only she could get that far away. Start over. Distance would be her saviour.
There’s a place far away. No one knows what is there, but everyone knows it exists. Are there people? We don’t know.
Some have tried to go there – to explore. Have they come back? Yes and no. They are physically here…
She saw the faint light on the distant horizon…hard to tell if the figure carrying the lantern was moving towards her or away. All too soon….daylight arose and the lantern was no longer seen amidst the brightness. She had to look away…eyes tired from the long night watch….it was then that she drifted off to sleep….
When she eventually awoke…she saw footprints in the mud. It looked like someone had stopped and stood for a while….but one can never be too sure…she fell back into the distant dream….night and day….past and present…wakefulness and sleep…merging into one….
My love is so distant.
He is in my heart, but physically far away.
The distance grows daily.
Sometimes I worry that it will become too much to bear.
I can’t let that happen.
I must keep him close.
She looked away, distant, feeling apart from everything. How could her reconnect? All she had ever wanted suddenly faded away from view and was transported to a unreachable place.
Everything seems distant today. From my friends warmth to my own fingertips touching the sides of a coffee mug. This must be loneliness. That is all that It can be. To run through these ideas with so little feeling hurts.
The fog rose in the distance as the moon slowly rose in the sky. I had become accustomed to the sight. The eerie glow of the moon against the clouds felt like home.
ENGAGED
Having met in their late thirties, Luke and Serena were a couple in a hurry. Theirs was a union of convenient practicalities. After a few weeks of tolerable coupling, they saw no use in getting engaged and skipped without haste into small wedding on their balcony. The sex, which had really been undertaken as an obligation on both parts, gave way early to mornings perusing the real estate classifieds.
Serena tried to remember what her Mumma wore that day, and the colour of her hair. What was it she said? There had been a song, a silly childlike song, sung softly to soothe her. She could not summon it. She knew that somewhere within herself she had tucked away the memories to keep them whole. She feared bringing them out lest the images of her Mumma crumble and fly away down the beach on the southerly breeze. It was always in the sky, that she saw her. That vast unreachable sky, so distant. She could see the twinkling blue of her eyes and her smooth lips turn upward into a gentle smile. She could breathe her in, become her. Just never touch her, despite that being the thing she wanted so desperately.
At times distant ppl give u such a relief that close relations fail to utter. Pale u left.far.behind That is ur early relations can’t be departed not keep their place in our hearts not souls. Sometime we don’t even rrelize what we possess not crave for unachievable meaningless not material things that can only sooth temporarily. One should be Satisfied and enjoy present to.live life fully. Crave for knowledge about distant object at times bring soul familiarity with the object. Love and care are both needed in Any relationship.
There were a couple of ways the girls at the ‘stead described her. “Francis is the redhead, dyed, obviously,” Natania said, and Ódri explained that she was the one who carried me to the doctor that night they found me. Esperanza just said she was distant, and that if I ever got a sense of who Francis really is I should tell them all about her because Francis was still an enigma to them.
Ódri prides herself on knowing more about Francis than the rest of us, and maybe that’s true since she’s always following her around like a lost little girl. But Francis is hardest on Ódri– colder, sharper, even more– distant.
In the distant future’ he thought, staring out of his window into the night sky
‘maybe then i’ll find something’. He looked back into the room behind him. the old creaky bed, the used furniture. Remnants of the past tennants. the orphan life is all he had known.
“Who’s Charles?” asked Lisa’s friend as she perused the pictures on her desk.
“Distant relative,” Lisa replied. “I don’t know. Second or third cousin? I haven’t seen him in years.”
“Then why do you have a picture of him?”
“He was apparently very close to my father,” said Lisa, sighing before reaching for his glass of red wine. “Very, very close to him.”