fOrward mOtiOn.
Written in broken english by JM_Anna
I live in my head but I would come out for a long interesting conversation.
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This is so terribly sad! Your family is here tho, supporting and waiting for you to get better! Be strong Mr Mayer.
I have no idea how to introduce this post, so I’m skipping the first paragraph.
During rehearsal on Tuesday, it came to mind that I should see my throat doctor because something didn’t feel/sound right. I went in for a visit on Wednesday and a scope of my vocal cords revealed that the granuloma…
Friends listen to what you say;
Real Friends listen and understand also what you didn’t say."
Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrow’s questions, they have only one owner at a time.
That’s why dreamers are lonely.
Life is a culmination of the past, an awareness of the present, an indication of a future beyond knowledge, the quality that gives a touch of divinity to matter.
~Anna
It’s the beach, a long stretch of deserted white sand at dusk. The setting sun is crimson and gold and the breaking waves twinkle like a thousand tiny lights with the fading rays of light. A breeze blows small strands of hair across your face and you close your eyes and smell the salt in the calm wind. In the distance a sea gull calls from above the cliffs. The sand is wet and sinks beneath your footsteps as you walk near the water’s edge. You approach a small outcropping of rocks upon which lies a tiny box. You step closer and see that the box is surrounded in flowing red ribbon and realize that this present has been left for you. You reach to grasp the bow and glance at the sky, hearing the gentle roar of a passing airplane mixing with the crashing of the waves. You stare at the sea and imagine the unending eternity of the horizon and with the warm salt spray of the ocean upon you, realize that beauty lies anywhere you choose to look.
~Anna
I have a virus. One of those Internet Worms…in my mind! Letters are falling , capitals and non. Words change significant and phrases don’t make sense anymore. Everything is flashing bright and dark…….and I can’t focus! Words don’t come out, they cross my mind so fast that I am not able to read ‘em. Bright colours make me blind and I’m trapped!
Someone shake me please!
~Anna
Most of us always get excited about new people and new things and then, after a while, when we get used to them or when we think we can hold them forever, these things and people seem to loose importance and value and there we start looking for other things to give us new excitment. Deep in my heart i know that if we stick with something or someone its importance grows and even if the excitment of mistery is gone the commitment and intimacy give “it” even more importance!
~Anna
