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 ..
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...
as a simple relationship? I don't mean perfection. I don't mean painless. I've already come to the conclusion neither one of those is an option. Just...simple. People will hurt one another. Unavoidable. We're none of us mind readers, and no matter how well you know someone...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Wealth led us wrong.
Domination is wrong.
Unity plus space stations fit.
Repairing earth fits.
Or loses value.
Wealth from dominating kihlls millions.
Nothing good came from it.
Better to get less crowded by space cities.
Better to care...
if I could read your mind? If that would mean the confident me I show you would be more realistic, or less so. Hopefully, if I could read your mind and came across something I didn't want to see, I would just turn and walk away. So far it seems the intrigue and mystery is what...
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...
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.
A place where nobody but me can be.
A place of freedom.
A place just for me.
Where nobody can tell me who to be.
Where nobody can tell me what to do.
Where only my imagination is the only limit.
It can never be bought or sold.
Yes, my mind is infinite.
store hate in their hearts. I wonder if we will ever unite, stand strong and tall. I wonder if we could all share what we have, making money no issues. I wonder if we could all start over, work together as one. I wonder ...
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?
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...
for my weight loss and to deal with my other issue. I have expressed distain over my weight and this issue many times but never have i sought God for help. I did it all on my own and was left defeated. Lord God help me in Jesus name. For your glory alone. Amen. My wonderful God...
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...
When the little green light comes on and something inside you answers it? Do you admit you were waiting...hoping...or do you just restlessly pace the site and ignore the little voice that knows why you're here? Asks you why, says it's pointless or makes no sense. Is the life...