Definition of Selfless: Putting others before yourself to the point where "you" don't matter anymore.
Definition of Pain: One of the two things that I believe all people have in common. The other thing? Love.
Definition of Love: --ERROR-- Lost in translation.
Definition of Nothing: Nothing...
Definition of Feeling You've got tons of it don't you?
Definition of Me: A personal title I call myself. Also known as "you" in a sense.
High and mighty and greater than "you".
Because "me", a self proclaimed name that doesn't deserve its definition. Because "I" am hurt, and in "pain", and out of "love", and too "selfless" to take care of "me". So that makes "me"...
Hello, my name is selfless, I only care about other people so don’t ask me how I’m doing I am only concerned with your well being.
Hello, my name is forgetful and I keep forgetting you name and pretty much everything else about you.
Hello, my name is confusion, and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to be here or not. Can you help me out??
Hello, I’m apologetic and I’m sorry for everything thing I’ve done, or have done, or things I never did I’m sorry.
Hello, most people call me silence, you can find me in many places but I find the most comfort in peoples discomfort of awkwardness.
Hi, I’m solitude, and I don’t want anything to do with you STAY AWAY FROM ME.
My name is anger and I hate everything and everyone for absolutely no reason, but if you want I can give you a million reasons to justify my actions.
My name is lonely, and I just want you to hold my hand so that maybe it can stop shaking so much.
People sometimes call me disappointing and I hold onto that like it’s the only part of this cliff I can hold onto to keep myself from falling.
Hello, I’m transparent and I’m thinner than the page of the book you used to read, so thin that you can see right through me, or maybe not even see me at all.
Hi, my name is dictionary, and I know how to describe your whole life in many words you may never understand.
My name is Swingline.
And I would make a name for myself to describe what I think I am or what I’m supposed to be. But the name I seek…
Isn’t in the dictionary yet.
as I leafed through the pages of your sketchbook,
i can't helped but leave my mouth hanging
i am transported to every wonders of the world
from each page
whilst staring at your work
i can feel the emotions and feelings
that were present when you drew them
the lightness of the strokes
the heaviness of the shades
I'm tired of searching for meanings!
I'm tired of questioning my feelings!
I'm sick of justifying my sayings!
I'm jaded of trying to find reason for silly things!
I ask you people!!
What makes simplicity removed from your dictionary!
What makes life equal to death!
What makes innocence equal to drama!
What makes Love equal to naivety!
When there is no answers to those questions.....
Clumsiness is a clue!!!!