Humanity.Humanity: Complicating Simplicity.
HealingWounds heal. But scars are forever.
...There's always going to be that one,Who says you cant.From the time your 5,They ask what you want to grow up to be,We gave answers likePrincess,Singer,dancer,magician, wrestler..I never answered..Something always bothered my mind when they did ask....At 13 They asked again and again.. Wondering why you haven't answered.I finally gave it..The others said,Things like Doctor,News reporter,Owner of a business,Cop.But this was their second answer...Their first answers, was their dreams calling to them..We originally said things like, photographer,Gamer,Traveler,Director,Dreamer,Artist,Cook.But the second they said it,They were shot down...Told That, They had to pick something realistic..That you couldn't chase dreams forever.That They would fail.And let me tell you,To others... They were judged for being dreamers.To them, They were judged for being themselves...They hoped,and wished,and dreamed so hard, That there was a fire in there hearts filled with those passions.A
An Old Flame's SmellToday was a day unlike no otherI was so scaredI was distracted by many thoughtsFor some reason, at work today, a smell was gathered in my senses and all throughout my body structure. A smell of that of my ex boyfriend. My first love. My oh my his smell, I thought, had remained in the inner trash compactor of my mind. It was that smell I missed so much.The smell was that of a home. A home filled with 2 dogs, a brother, a mom and stepdad. Maybe it wasn't the smell of having pets in the house. It had to have been a detergent of some kind. Whenever I saw him in school, he always brought that wonderful aroma with him. I was addicted to this particular aroma for what seemed like many years. The two of us were photogenic together. People would say that we -did- look like boyfriend and girlfriend. I had hoped we would live to see each other walking to the aisle to get married. I wondered what my life would have been like had I chosen to put up with the emotional unavailability he so obviou
Addition and SubtractionAddition and SubtractionOne of the hardest things about writing is identifying when you need to add material and when you need subtract material. Even small additions or subtractions can make a very big difference to the overall success of a piece of writing. Here are a few tips to help you decide whether you need to add or subtract some material.Purpose Matters Every piece of writing has a purpose. For an essay, it might be making a particular point about a subject. For a chapter in a story, it might be covering an important plot point or introducing a new character. Always ask: what purpose is this piece of writing trying to achieve and would adding or subtracting material help fulfil that purpose?For example, if an essay is discussing the viability of trade sanctions as replacements for military intervention in a particular conflict, then adding more material about what sectors of the economy are most vulnerable to sanctions may be valuable.Consider another exampl
...Do you feel Love?When was the last time you Smiled from your Heart?Have you Hugged your Tree today?How many Stars are there?Do you fear Death or Life?Are parents Honest and Sincere?Why the Children have to suffer for the mistakes that Parents made?
Forsaken Longing For Warmth...I feel like I'm in a foggy place. There's not much light in sight. I'm entranced by the romantic music I like to listen to every now and then. Anime men, for whom I gazed upon so easily, are seen through this mystical fog. I love the idea of being around something real. But these men are unfortunately not real.I want someone to touch and hold hands with, not a parallel who can only be seen and heard through a mirror. I don't want to be left out in the cold when I could easily be inside with the warmth a building and hot coffee could easily provide me.Two anime guys are fighting for my attention. One has the ability to really entrance me and make me feel naughty. The other has the ability for Prince-like abilities, whisking me away to a romantic fantasy so I don't have to focus on the stress that's compatible with this new job I have.For once, I'd like to be in a Starbucks cafe with someone by my side and not sigh in discontent when I see young couples. Valentine's is the WORST.
Religious PerspectiveReligion: Talking Subjectively about Objectivity.