Those real moments in life.
The way your heart beat slows down and time stops right before a race as you wait for that gun to go off.
The smile on that baby's face when you do something so silly and pure with them.
The ridiculous noise that bursts out of you when you're sincerely laughing with your best friend.
The way your lips blend into theirs when you share a true kiss.
The heart beat rhythm shared during a meaningful hug.
That terrifyingly sweet moment as you open up an AP Test and seal your fate with a good or bad pass.
The day you set off and start a new school.
The feel of the music grooving through your soul at a show.
The sereneness of peace achieved after honest prayer.
The tears that run down your face when your heart gets broken by a loved one.
The quiet time in your room at night, totally undisturbed silence as your thoughts are unleashed.
That loving glance from family given to you when you accomplish a goal.
The moment you pass the finish line of a race and your head is still in race mode.
What is life?
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
Those real moments in life.
The way your heart beat slows down and time stops right before a race as you wait for that gun to go off.
The smile on that baby's face when you do something so silly and pure with them.
The ridiculous noise that bursts out of you when you're sincerely laughing with your best friend.
The way your lips blend into theirs when you share a true kiss.
The heart beat rhythm shared during a meaningful hug.
That terrifyingly sweet moment as you open up an AP Test and seal your fate with a good or bad pass.
The day you set off and start a new school.
The feel of the music grooving through your soul at a show.
The sereneness of peace achieved after honest prayer.
The tears that run down your face when your heart gets broken by a loved one.
The quiet time in your room at night, totally undisturbed silence as your thoughts are unleashed.
That loving glance from family given to you when you accomplish a goal.
The moment you pass the finish line of a race and your head is still in race mode.
What is life?
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