He sits, staring blankly at the tray میز, جدول 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 دن 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, دکھانا 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 سے طرف کی the ones that wear it. And everybody does. Every single visible thing has at least one black line, living یا dead, big یا small, animated یا 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.
Dear Well....You,
I love you, آپ know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope آپ never change. آپ make my دن in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I love how when I shiver just a bit, آپ hand me your sweater.
I love how آپ kiss my cheek when I blush.
I love آپ how آپ smell, and how آپ taste.
I love how آپ tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I love how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, آپ tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I love how when آپ speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I love how when I mess up my words, آپ tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I love how آپ kiss me.
I love آپ completely
Please never change.
Love Me
I love you, آپ know that? I think your absolutely astounding, and amazing, and I hope آپ never change. آپ make my دن in every way, and as far as now, you’ve been completely supportive.
I love how when I shiver just a bit, آپ hand me your sweater.
I love how آپ kiss my cheek when I blush.
I love آپ how آپ smell, and how آپ taste.
I love how آپ tell me I’m beautiful, even when I look like crap.
I love how when I’m just the tiniest bit scared, آپ tell me everything’s going to be alright.
I love how when آپ speak, sometimes, the most awkwardness things come out, and we joke about it.
I love how when I mess up my words, آپ tease me about it, but don’t make a big deal.
I love how آپ kiss me.
I love آپ completely
Please never change.
Love Me
I sit in the dark. Thinking about Jack. A single tear comes out of my eye, then another. I start to laugh quietly, trying not to wake up my sister. Then, the horrible memory from my awful dream came back to me. I went to the door and paused. I sighed and told myself that nothing is out there but the hallway, the dining room, living room and the kitchen. I took out my phone from my جیکٹ and looked at the time. It's 5:59. I rolled my eyes and opened and closed the door quietly and sat on the soft couch. I started to drift into thoughts about Degrassi, and what it would be like if I went there. Then, a black figure moved across the kitchen. Spooked, I quickly walked to my aunts' laptop and looked up some funny ویڈیوز on youtube.com to keep m off track from the figure. Hours passed, and I am still freaked. Ten منٹ later, I calm down and look up some مزید funny stuff. Ugh! I must be haluccinating from lack of sleep. I rubbed my eyes and went back to my bedroom and passed out.