Anonymous
- Their eyes
Do you ever look into their eyes and wonder how such a beautiful color came up and about? Blue, but ever so slightly gold. Or green, with a generous queer tinge of gray. I wonder if someone would look into my uninspiring eyes the same way someday and see a color I've never seen in them before. Oh, how I would get lost in their eyes just the same.
Anonymous
- A BreakUp
It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. I'm done with us. We're not suitable. We're impractical. And quite frankly, when we're not shouting at each other, we're constantly pretending this whole facade is working.
Anonymous
- Day and Night Accomplishments
When you wake up every morning, what strikes you to accomplish? Conversely, when you go to bed at night, do you feel any closer to accomplishing it? Personally, I don't know why I greet the sun's piercing rays every passing day, or why I enter the numbing darkness of sleep every night feeling so empty inside. Somehow, ludicrously, I think I've accomplished serene emptiness.
