If you had to summarize yourself in one sentence, what would you say?
To be clear; I don’t mean where you are from, your name, or where you work, but rather what scene, or emotion, or song, or smell, or idea, or combination of all of those things, makes you, you?
In one sentence, tell me your soul ;)
Put headphones and listen to “Edge of Glory By Lady Gaga”. Imagine yourself in a perpetual ship unaffected by space and vacuume, you pass through many stars and star system, you are trying to ‘kiss the other side(of universe)’ but you also feel like this journey should be never ending. Yeah that is how I imagine.
You will find me in many places: in the calm of a gentle breeze cutting through the night sky over a beach awash with serenity; in the eager hesitation found in the smiles of friends reuniting and passing strangers; in the warmth among family gathered merely for the sake of enjoying each other by a burning fire; in the echoing silence of space, resounding in the mouths of those who no longer see purpose in speaking out; all of these things and more I have been told are a part of the life I have been gifted enough to experience, and yet, through every second I have felt neither fulfilled or satisfied as I say with my innermost thoughts, “There must be something more, to me.”
alpha and omega…everything and nothing…finite and infinite …haha this is fun…
Sorry…I tried to find one sentence that would do it but I couldn’t. These ar my drafts, I hope you like them ^_^
I stole the beautiful wooden bracelet of a mother of a child 3 years older than I after having sex with her, and felt empty inside.
When I was younger I’d walk on my back porch and look up at the sky and be filled with utter joy for the world, and I’d stand and stare at my constellation.
A man gets up in the morning and goes to great lengths to hide from himself.
Long hair, skinny body, dark skin.
I was doing yard work one day when I was younger when I stopped everything and smelled cotton candy…..that was the happiest moment of my life.
A year ago I dove in a river and broke my neck, I never cried about the pain or the situation, but I bawled to my brother about the bullshit I was going through.
I once met a beautiful soul, whose name escapes me now, she played me beautiful songs on my guitar…while she played I lay my head down and cried a little in my arm.
As I sit here trying to think up a situation or memory that encapsulates an entire being life continues.