02/03/2014 23:09
(02/03/2014)
Sleep is interesting. It draws you in and affects how you see things and how your brain works. It slows down your motor functions and thought processing, whilst creating the strangest thoughts that you would never have thought of otherwise. It makes you dazed and easily disoriented,...
02/03/2014 01:03
(01/03/2014)
The music flows through me, soothing, beautiful. It controls my emotions and takes hold, and I am helpless to it’s power. It is a beautiful force of nature that cannot be denied or controlled, with the ability to change the moods of even the most powerful of people in an instant. Music...
01/03/2014 00:29
(28/02/2014)
I soar through the skies, feeling the wind play with my hair. I am a bird and yet I am myself, flying through the sky as a free soul. I can go wherever I want, and I can fly for as long as I want. I fly through a cloud, and it is the most mystifying, exciting thing, as it almost feels...
28/02/2014 17:00
(27/02/2014... SORRY IT WAS POSTED A DAY LATER. I DIDN'T HAVE MY LAPTOP WITH ME.)
As I stood on the stage, my heart lifted. I felt my personality fade away as I became a character, her thoughts and actions becoming my own. I feel no fear. I am not nervous. This is where I belong. As I perform, and...
26/02/2014 23:39
(26/02/2014)
I wonder what it’d be like to be a cat. I imagine it’d be quite fun, and that nothing would matter but sleep, food, and warmth. I imagine my days would be filled with lounging around in the sun, scratching things, purposely annoying people I don’t like, being playful because I can, and...
26/02/2014 02:03
(25/02/2014)
Attraction is a strange thing. You find yourself attracted to the strangest of people, the most unexpected. Sometimes, you even find yourself unwillingly attracted to people that you’d rather not find attractive. For example, friends. Even new friends. You don’t want to cross that...
24/02/2014 23:39
(24/02/2014)
The water is a complex thing. It ebbs and flows regardless of the time of day, a constant among millions of blips in the metaphorical sand. Although it has the power to change course at moments’ notice, it is always there; water in one shape or form, never dying, unable to die. So what...
23/02/2014 20:23
(23/02/2014)
The crickets sing their nightly song, singing the tune of the sleep of the sun. The moon is rising, always rising, though behind a blanket of cloud does the moon hide tonight. The birds sing of the beauty of the day, but it is the crickets that come out to play at night, dominating the...
23/02/2014 01:04
(22/02/2014)
She stares across the room with glazed eyes, unable to comprehend. Her mind is like a ticking clock that needs a wind, or that needs to replace the batteries. Her body reacts in slow motion, and when someone speaks to her, her mind takes several minutes to form the connections needed...
22/02/2014 07:53
(21/02/2014....posted a day late. Whoops!)
There once was a boy who liked slides. He liked them so much, that he thought himself to be the King of all Slides. He would imagine going on exciting, big adventures as he went down them, daring quests in which he got to fight the bad guys...but not get...
