Living Is Easy With Eyes Closed Misunderstanding All You See Novels & Stories

and try to find a little corner where I could stay and death would not find me. What madness! What madness! I wouldn't need anything else if I had you to tell me I'll be eternal, just an illusion, a hug, an enchanted kiss... How many times will I dream before my death? How many kisses will I stop giving and how many passions will I still suffocate? No, don't try to understand life, just live it! Let us be fire and water so that we do not lose our lucidity. Are we going to wake up every day aware of the time that doesn't stop and we will do nothing? That's really life, because that's how we are, who are a consequence of ourselves. When you start to see life with different eyes, you learn tha

I sat leaning on the couch on the floor whilest hugging my knees in desolation. "What will I do now? What do I do?" I said to my self rocking to and fro in my sitting position. "Ah, I see, you are still under the impression that you still going to get away from me ha? If that's so then i would suggest you get rid of your filthy thoughts. I am your husband now! You can't get rid of me that easily! This union is for life and it is better you come to terms with it, now. He raged as he pierced through me with loathsome eyes. Deep dark murderous eyes. I shuddered at the sight of him.

Lance Mathews: "Do you recall the time I told you what the world could have been if we remained unconscious? but it isn't. Stuck in an endless loop. Or what the picture of it in mind might have been. And you'd say 'you are just as fucked up as I am, maybe that's why I feel myself with you. Well, this view begins with an instruction and ends with a prologue. ○• Voice 1:Open, open your mind, yes your Third Eye.

HUNTER The light as first blinded my eyes cause I felt I had been unconscious for a million years I wished I never did wake up But at the same time I was glad I did, cause of my parents and my dream At least even though my life was shit, I still had my dream, right? Right? Tears gathered round my eyes, it would be an under statement to say that i wasn’t tired of this shit, cause i really was, and everything became worst when my tired eyes looked to the side to examine where I was

These words are quite painful. "I am lost into the unknown, defeated by a myriad "what ifs" roaring in my mind. I opened my eyes but saw nothing. There was no way out. I am trapped in that abyss with nothing but complete darkness. I choose to shut my eyes. Why? Because when my eyes were closed, I could picture you out of my head. If my eyes were opened wide, I only saw how pathetic I am, helpless in this emptiness. My lady, will I be able to hold your hand again before my fading chapters? My sunshine, I am longing for you. Where are you?"

A 5-year-old's imagination isn't that specific. [Another one farming for karma. The Christmas theme is a nice touch, though.] [I have a 5-year-old daughter. They mix up nightmares and reality all the time. Don't worry about it.] [6/10. Good atmosphere, but the story lacks a climax.] My eyes started to burn with tears. No one believed me. They all thought it was a story I'd made up. But I kept waiting, refreshing the page again and again. By midnight, there were dozens of comments, all of them either skeptical or offering "writing advice."

in’…I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street…So I gotta be down with the hood team…Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams…I'm a educated fool with money on my mind…Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye…I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger…And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger…Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away…I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say?…I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24?…The way things is goin', I don't know…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the ones we hurt are you and me?…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep

Playlist for this chapter; Fading - Rihanna, The Parting Glass - Ed Sheeran. - One too many times, I thought life was all about putting on expensive clothings, fitting shoes, and having servants at my beck and call, but getting kidnapped made me realize it wasn't. Life is all about living, be you poor, ugly or sick. -From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones. - - MY EYES LAZILY FLUTTERS open, glad to be awake from the stupid sick dream were I got kidnapped and when the moist blurriness wane, they were welcom with thick darkness and my ears kicks in extreme quietness.

Leonardo demanded an answer. Angela replied casually, "Because I feel sorry for your mother." "You don't really understand me, Angela." "Yes, I understand you; I understand the pain you've felt as a result of your blindness. But keep in mind that you are not the only blind person in the world; there are many of you. Others are content with their inability to see." "You just said that because you're not blind."

#Songs #Mumford&sons #Hopelesswanderer #JohnLegend #everybodyknows #Chainsmokers #Insideout Clara In a moment everything can change... You blink and your whole life is turned upside down, you blink again and you cannot believe what's happening to you. You blink a couple more times and looking from the outside in and inside out, you have lived so many lives ,executed so many roles , put out fires that you didn't start, fought and won wars that you never initiated , and learn to let go of what doesn't serve you right...Then you learn to breathe easy and count your blessings.