There was a crude outline of a man on the sidewalk. A dry shadow against the wet pavement, marking where he stood in his lowest moment. Sometimes heartbreak has an otherworldly quality to it, doesn’t it?
He stood there in front of me without moving a muscle. I knew there was something extremely odd about him. And that something sparked my interest. However, I knew that trying to figure him out would bring nothing good.
I couldn’t make up my mind, so I just stood there as well, looking into his cold eyes; eyes that somehow completed his stern look in an unexpectedly delicate way. For a moment I was inclined to think there might be a broken, beautiful and delicate spirit hiding behind that icy look. Yet, I remembered that only happened in stories. In the end, there was nothing beautiful about that arrogant know-it-all who thought he had the right to come stomping into the affairs of other people.
He could even be “god” himself, i still wouldn’t give a fuck and waste no second in showing him to the door.
And yet.. WHY THE HECK was I just standing there doing nothing instead of kicking his ass out of my goddamn office, and maybe also out of the building. I’m sure I’d be doing everyone quite a favor.
And yet, my mind is on full blast and my stupid body ain’t moving a muscle. WHY, body? WHY?
When the word stood alone it was proud and resilient – withstanding difficulties, standing the test of time and standing up for itself. When interacting with others, it soothed and understood – stood for peace and reconciliation and stood beside its comrades in solidarity. There is nothing to be misunderstood – it is a complex word that stands tall in all situations.
I stood on the corner. Next I saw a clown. By the clown was a white dog with black spots. The dog began barking at me. He saw I had a hot dog in one had and I think he was hungry. I liked the dog so much I thought I would share wi
There was a crude outline of a man on the sidewalk. A dry shadow against the wet pavement, marking where he stood in his lowest moment. Sometimes heartbreak has an otherworldly quality to it, doesn’t it?
I stood still at the sight of the thing. The thing was a thing I have never seen before. It was a great thing that stood as high as the sky.
He stood there in front of me without moving a muscle. I knew there was something extremely odd about him. And that something sparked my interest. However, I knew that trying to figure him out would bring nothing good.
I couldn’t make up my mind, so I just stood there as well, looking into his cold eyes; eyes that somehow completed his stern look in an unexpectedly delicate way. For a moment I was inclined to think there might be a broken, beautiful and delicate spirit hiding behind that icy look. Yet, I remembered that only happened in stories. In the end, there was nothing beautiful about that arrogant know-it-all who thought he had the right to come stomping into the affairs of other people.
He could even be “god” himself, i still wouldn’t give a fuck and waste no second in showing him to the door.
And yet.. WHY THE HECK was I just standing there doing nothing instead of kicking his ass out of my goddamn office, and maybe also out of the building. I’m sure I’d be doing everyone quite a favor.
And yet, my mind is on full blast and my stupid body ain’t moving a muscle. WHY, body? WHY?
When the word stood alone it was proud and resilient – withstanding difficulties, standing the test of time and standing up for itself. When interacting with others, it soothed and understood – stood for peace and reconciliation and stood beside its comrades in solidarity. There is nothing to be misunderstood – it is a complex word that stands tall in all situations.
I stood on the corner. Next I saw a clown. By the clown was a white dog with black spots. The dog began barking at me. He saw I had a hot dog in one had and I think he was hungry. I liked the dog so much I thought I would share wi