You'll Be ThereYou'll Be There Fall down Get up Either way You'll be there Why Who knows? Who cares? Doesn't matter 'cause you'll be there Kiss me Kiss you Shut up Talk What does it matter? You'll be there Your face A disgrace My face ... Lost my place I love you You love me I hate you You say We're meant to be No matter what You'll be there To pick up the pieces Again and again Fall after fall Hurt aft
if.if i went blind, i would cry, because i would never be able to see your absolute beauty. if i went deaf, i would scream, because your voice would never light up my day. if i could not feel, i would cut, because i would never be able to feel the velvet of your skin. if i could not smell, i would not be able to look at you, because i would not be able to smell the sweet perfume of your hair. if i were to die, i would be happy, because i had you in my life.
The Llama PinataToday was the day of my cousin’s birthday party. Her name is Terrilynn, and she had just turned nine years old a few days before. I remember talking to her, she Terri said that she couldn’t wait to have her party. The thing that she was looking forward to the most was the piñata. Once all of friends arrived, the games got under way. It seemed like a typical party, the games included hide and seek, pin the tail on the donkey, there was even a water balloon fight. Meanwhile, Terri’s parents, Liz and Steve asked me if I could supervise the party for a few minutes, they had to go out and get the piñata. So I
Prologue and EpiloguePrologue Ten small lights gung in the dark water, they drifted, trailing back and forth in two clusters, each light slightly larger than the next within its pale, swaying sequence. On each was a patch where the lights were obscured with a glimmer, reminiscing of a raven's feather that had once fallen, glittering darkly in a sunnier day on the lake. Softly, timidly, the ten trembling lights withdrew from the waters of the lake. Beneath, the fish slept on, unnoticing and the fresh-water weeds waltzed gently to the song of the waves lapping upon the shores. The ten lights briefly tasted the crisp, ebony darkness that was the
Stark-ProlougeLog x-x-x We were the monsters all along. I would have never thought this until seeing even the faintest glimpses of the other side. The teachers were right all along, everything is balanced, and the system is so perfect that to even conceive the attempts it makes to make everything in such a state, is enough to exhaust somebody entirely. I know I am going to be gone soon, just like everything else. The numbers of the days that recorded the time we had left is gone too(does this mean that time itself is no longer happening?). The stars are beginning to go out, the familiar shapes and comforting glow, being ripped from the sky its
