If my mind was transferred into a mechanical body or robot.I would not miss being cold so much of the time but I would miss the feeling of warming up, sitting by a roaring fire or in a hot tub, pulling on a nice warm blanket or a sweat top straight out of the dryer. The warmth of...
when they come online.I have very less time to do that.Now ,as it is ,I like being online if my friends are online too.I also cannot understand why people hurt someone whom they have taken in their circle.
Or cleaning supplies.
Or other products.
That made people like me more common.
When me was a kid me was rare.
My caring level.
My sad becoming depression.
But now many are like me.
As I get older, I am questioning things more and more...becoming again like a five year old constantly asking why? why? I was watching a science documentary about the universe. It really got me thinking. There exists that question about if God created the universe. The debate...
and he was witty.
He was funny and he was kind.
He made me feel alive and he made me smile.
But sometimes I wonder.
Was it him I loved or the man I saw in him?
Does that man exist? Was he real or did I make him up?
Or perhaps it was he who made himself up, who projected the...
your fantasy? I wonder about mine. Daddy and daughter... I don't know if it's because I didn't have a dad growing up or what. But I feel like a weirdo about it. When I fantasize about it he's not my real dad. He's like a male role model like a step dad, neighbor, or even...
for me to cut my feelings for the people that stopped talking to me? Like, people I've thought of as friends. If they stop talking to me, and seem to ignore me, is it mean for me to cut off my friendship to them? To stop caring about them? I don't think it is. The way I see it...
Wandering through the battlefield of my past
sorting through the wreckage of misspent days
cringing at decisions made in haste
laughing at desires that became a waste
I came upon a clearing that seemed safe and quiet
I sat there quietly and saw my plight
and softly I wept, into...
I wonder about so many things... I have so many questions. Wonder is the zest for life... the pursuit of knowledge, or just trying to figure out or to understand. It's wonderful to learn, to gain an understanding, to see things from a new perspective. Children...
It never ceases to amaze me how some people lack general understanding. If you met me in person you would have no judgments about my personal choices. I could easily be your boss or co-worker. You are understanding and we have a good working relationship. Enter the veil of...
and I never did. To me you were the best thing from the very beginning. Admittedly I was afraid, not of you, but of me. I was afraid I would come on too strong, and look where it got me here alone without you next to me. I wonder if you know you are always on my mind, if you...
living without touch. I've read a lot of extreme stories here, and mine is not one of those. There is contact in my relationship. It's minimal. It's cold enough that I don't really even qualify it as touch. But I can force myself on him for brief periods if I'm desperate enough...
humming along with the little tune playing inside my head, it occurs to me I do this habitually. Humming, singing, whistling. Do you ever stand to the side and look at yourself and wonder what it's like to live with you?
I wonder. I wonder about everything. It's the way my mind works,constantly questioning human nature - what causes happiness, unhappiness, optimism, hopelessness. I wonder why two people could have the same experience and one would describe it as exciting and the other might...
When she woke up at 2am, did she miss me..
Is my touch still fresh on her skin like hers on mine?
If you said that you got over that person who you claimed you love the most,that's a total bullshlt, but you moved on, carrying the memories with you..
you are who you are today...
that I call the people I care about "my people". Not, "my" people. I mean, "my people" the same way someone might refer to their tribe, or family. I also refer to my people as my tribe sometimes. :p My small tribe of misfits. I mean misfit as a term of endearment, it's a...
What if that means truth came.
But the wealthy stomp it.
And lead us to phones.
Or other overpriced crap.
Via fox news.
And reality tv.
Milli vanilli got crucified for lip sync.
Many musicians did.
But now a show comes.
Lip sync battle...
sad? With a huge lump in your throat and a profound sadness pervading everything? Do you wake up struggling to hold back tears that have no precise cause other than a sadness that fills your heart to overflowing? Is it from missing someone so much it physically hurts? Could it...
through me, instead of bracing against it and feeling it blow around me, chilling every square inch of my body.
I wonder if the chill you experience with being alone could be more bearable if you let it move through you, instead of fighting it and being acutely aware as it...
I wonder... do i sound like a mosquito in the air ?
are people really listening or have they mastered the stare ?
Why i bother wondering I really have no idea,
But i just keep on wondering in case i disappear.
So i wonder, wonder, wonder all through the day ..