Love is like something from the wisps of smoke in your dreams.. illusive and ethereal. when you reach to touch it and it dissipates..
Life is like the scales we practise on the piano. repetition of one same orientation over and over with little fluctuations in the harmony.
Music is like the feelings that no one puts into words. and yet, it floods everyone with that unspeakable understanding..
A Stranger is like that building, one you pass daily without exception.. no spoken words for you and not really looking at you, but gives you the feeling of being watched.
Caring is something like that connection, so strong that you can feel an imprint of its hug without any arms encircling you..
Friends is like that someone who makes you smile with their voice and makes you feel an iron vice when they tear.. but are they real?
Family is like the moonbeams supporting the moon. invisible but to the moon. and always there..
and Happiness, is like the elusive sweetness that flits in and out of our lives. taking its place in the cycle of seasons.. something that is only stolen or given, and never to truly belong in one place forever.
Life is like the scales we practise on the piano. repetition of one same orientation over and over with little fluctuations in the harmony.
Music is like the feelings that no one puts into words. and yet, it floods everyone with that unspeakable understanding..
A Stranger is like that building, one you pass daily without exception.. no spoken words for you and not really looking at you, but gives you the feeling of being watched.
Caring is something like that connection, so strong that you can feel an imprint of its hug without any arms encircling you..
Friends is like that someone who makes you smile with their voice and makes you feel an iron vice when they tear.. but are they real?
Family is like the moonbeams supporting the moon. invisible but to the moon. and always there..
and Happiness, is like the elusive sweetness that flits in and out of our lives. taking its place in the cycle of seasons.. something that is only stolen or given, and never to truly belong in one place forever.
something that inspired by another piece i found online.. i made my own definitions.. running a deadline for my writing =( , and having writer's block for months already.. =((( *help!!* i only have until the 10th to produce 3 piecess.. so i am reading ANYTHING i can get my hands on for inspirations.. what do you guys think of this crap? well,feels like whatever i write sux these days.. would really appreciate some comments.. pleeeaseeee?? =))?
the red team pix from PM1.. yes, for some strange reason, two guys decided to wear red to match us girls.. i love this picture^^
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