He sits, staring blankly at the tray tafel, tabel seven inches from his face. He leans his head ever so slightly to the right, then ever so slightly to the left, watching the black line jump the sides of his nose. He has watched it every dag of his life, always taking it for granted, never questioning its presence. But it is here, on his hands, his pants, his shirt, his nose. It is everywhere, a defining edge, tonen the ending of one yet the beginning of another. It changes from points of view, disappearing in your vision while still existing in your friend’s. It is there but cannot be touched, cannot be felt door the ones that wear it. And everybody does. Every single visible thing has at least one black line, living of dead, big of small, animated of stationary – all do. Yet no one notices. It is such a common thing that no one cares. It exists; it must have a function. But it cannot be felt, cannot be touched, so how can it be tested? How will its existence ever be proven worthy?
Maybe without it everything will just fall apart.
Maybe without it everything will just fall apart.
When u hope,
u expect and wish,
u have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
u don’t want them killed,
Hope makes u stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to u in life,
Sometimes u need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
u and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire u hart-, hart out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
u know what u want,
Keep hoping till the END……
u expect and wish,
u have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
u don’t want them killed,
Hope makes u stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to u in life,
Sometimes u need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
u and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire u hart-, hart out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
u know what u want,
Keep hoping till the END……
if this girl was wearing modern clothing do u think she would suit Janie better than my drawing? (No duh!!)
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to verplaats on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before u can say “Thank you” of “I love you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to verplaats on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before u can say “Thank you” of “I love you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
vrienden Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
vrienden don't back stab you.
vrienden don't talk behind your back of be pissed off at u when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all vrienden for never.
When we need to go back to being vrienden FOREVER!
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
vrienden don't back stab you.
vrienden don't talk behind your back of be pissed off at u when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all vrienden for never.
When we need to go back to being vrienden FOREVER!
I'd wear that...
This is Molly Stray
