yes-
diamonds are the most beautiful collection of atoms on this version of earth;
but how would you feel if everything you touched break down?
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 6:00 PM UTC
seven
we're always counting
six
...counting to life, to death, to peace, to health, to have fun, to true love, to have *** to ending, to be yourself...
five
we're always counting
four
even if we don't
three
we actually are
two
but really
one
someone else always does it for us
zero
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
it was a time of new and innovating burglar alarms for houses,
she bought one
and she became a part of the modern culture then.
everything seemed nice;
she thought no stranger will ever be able to come to her home
or even take something from her.
well, she was right,
no one did,
except her.
her foolish imagination made some stranger in her head.
but after a while he wasn’t a stranger anymore,
in her head.
even if he was just a stranger,
she was prepared to let him see her home.
and she did.
she let him.
alarm went on.
but it was false alarm.
no one actually came,
except her,
and her imagination.
no one will ever come,
not one intruder will ever be close to her house.
she understand now.
why?
well, regardless of modern alarm or unique furniture
that house wasn’t so beautiful from the outside,
and the interior wasn’t so well-set,
it was a little bit messy.
but at the end, it was all her fault,
she decorated that house by herself.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
as a student I often imagine how it would be great if time could stop at certain point,
or at least if second lasted longer,
you know, when you have a lot of things to study but you’re short on time?
i bet you imagined that,
you had to.
of course, that is just our imagination playing with us, nothing else.
but what if it can be done?
sitting at class, listening teacher’s lecture can sure prolong the time,
we all know that,
but there is something more.
maybe some guy who sits in front of you
who runs his hands through his hair may prolong your seconds, even if you didn’t thought he could.
you see yourself stare for seconds, and stare for minutes at him and his hair.
your eyes put focus at him and blur everything else,
just like when we are taking a photo with our camera.
it focuses on things we want to be focused like it knows what we want
and it takes a photo and save it on memory forever.
and you ears cannot hear anything.
well, you hear everything but it all feels like you’re on concert and everyone else is yelling
but you are quiet because they are playing your favorite song
and you know it’s more beautiful if you feel it rather than jumping and yelling around.
it’s almost you could cry, but you’re too shy.
and all your other senses like smelling or pain except feeling starts to float in the room.
you start to feel his hands going through his softly, fluffy hair like it’s your own.
and he does it all over again.
and again,
and again.
and every time it’s like he does it
and you’re floating in the air of emotions and
it’s heaven.
--------------
he stops.
your eyes can see normally again and you hear professor lecturing again.
then you start to feel pain in your leg because it became numb.
you’re back, but you will always be able to feel that again, whenever you want
because you, just like camera, saved it in your little brain.
there will be days before you feel something like that again,
and there will be so many nights that you will dream about that again
and again.
do you believe me now?
do you believe that seconds can be prolonged?
I think you should.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC