By the time the sun rose to its zenith, the nation had filled the box with all its tears, dreams, fears, and hurts. Then it smoothed its outer veneer with forgiveness' sandpaper removing differences' rough edges and grudges' sharp edges.
The truth is, I lost the feather that I left behind and I can’t seem to forget about it. I know I should fly but why can’t I move, and I can’t stop thinking about it. It is long gone and I’m already gone so why do I still harp on it. Oh, maybe it’s because I can’t stop the course of actions that follow from it.
Who knows, maybe this crash was unavoidable. Perhaps the lessons I learned through it have kept me from making more serious mistakes.
There was none on the other end of the line. And I gave up trying. It seems it's over. And I just kept crying. Her pulse grew weaker, her breathing more shallow. Her face, whiter, and her whole body colder. Is this how cold she must have felt?
It is true. I am a noticer. The one that notices more than I sometimes care to admit. I notice when a smile doesn't quite reach someone's eyes. I notice when a smile is shared only because one was offered. I notice when someone lets go first when I hug them.
Someday, you will feel that it's right. It's finally right. You will find peace, happiness, and contentment. You will stop looking for that one thing that you've been looking for because it doesn't need to be found, it is you.
I may look like someone who already lived a whole life. I may look like someone who knows everything because I can tell you those things, but it's because I also use those words to be motivated every day.
We are in a world of questions. Questions that nobody can answer, nobody can give an answer. Me as an individual, as a student and as a part of society I have a lot of questions that seek an answer.
And in just one snap, everything has changed. The guy stops checking on her and there she found out that the guy is seeing another girl without letting her know what happened to him and between them. He just left her hanging, thinking and longing for his presence.
It gives you an excruciating pain seeing yourself suffer like this. Your eyes were filled with tears.
Sometimes I wonder, am I ignoring these signs too much or are you just too friendly. Will you do the same for every other girl?
Went back inside and checked the table. Milk glass perspiring, grease setting on the plate bed. I frown. Checked the bath, dry, only the warm sunlight basking in. Ran up and down the hallway. What's wrong?