If i were to stand upside down on the bottom of the earth and be able to see through it to the top of the earth to someone else standing there. From what angle do i see them.
Am i the one the wrong way around or are they upside down upon on the ground.
What way for me would the sun rise and set and for them would it be different yet.
This is the point i try to make as the sun dipped down under...
Meaningless. These letters all jumbled up in a trillion different ways but they already exist as words in every language. Why do I want a word? I just do. It’s this unjustifiable need to be special and for people to know me and to use something of my own creation and regard it as something only smart people will be able to comprehend. I want people to wonder ‘How do you think they came up with thi...
For the past fifteen minutes and thirty two seconds I have been rewriting a message to my friend who, ten hours, forty nine minutes ago told me she was lost. Yes, I could have replied sooner. No, I was not busy I was watching tv and sleeping.
I have considered possibly not even replying to her text as she may have forgotten about it anyway. I had redrafted it enough times to find myself lost...
Whether you sacrifice or hand yourself over you will know how much they cry for you. How much they wanted to let you die.
But will you die? Or where do you go? That is something they will never know because they will never see you again. It’s their fault. They could have sacrificed themselves for you. But they didn’t. If they wanted to they would have.
I imagined that if there were possibly other worlds in different universes, that maybe one would be entirely different from the place in which I live.
This was not what I expected.
This place is..well I’m not quite sure yet. I haven’t found the perfect words to describe it, but I do know for fact: This. Is. Not. My. Home. I’m not sure if it is good enough to be anyones home.
