Every eyeball has a story to tell. The problem is, most eyes are not able to perceive the stories other eyes have to tell. The single eye of a pirate plus an eyepatch, that eye tells the stories of the adventures and long nights sleeping with one eye open the pirate has experienced. But if you saw that pirate working at a Dunkin Donuts with a prosthetic leg instead of a peg leg, would you be able to read his pirate stories through his eyes?
Eyes not only tell stories, but eyes are also the gateway into human emotion. I'm Leo, and I can read eyes. It's not a superpower, anyone can do it, I've just mastered the art. Well, I didn't exactly maste
"Where the hell am I?" That was the first thought I had. I was speaking to someone. I did not know what I was saying, but I could feel my jaw moving and heard the wah wah wahhh the teacher in Charlie Brown sounded like. Then I heard applause, but not for me. I heard it behind the black wall of curtain right next to me. I'm backstage at a performance, I realized. I hate plays and musicals though, why was I here?
"Wish you were out there, huh?" a girl who was coming off stage said to me. She looked like one of the girls every guy drools over when they see her, the kind of smoking hot cheerleader girl every guy craves. I turned around without r
What is time?
Time is undefined.
Time is mysterious.
Time is everlasting.
Without time, there would be no progression.
No regression.
No past, present, or future.
Nothing to look forward to.
Nothing to look back on.
Time is different for every human.
One second is defined as is the time that elapses during 9,192,631,770 cycles of the radiation produced by the transition between two levels of the cesium 133 atom.
One minute is defined as sixty seconds.
One hour is defined as sixty minutes.
One day is defined as twenty four hours.
But each of these units of measure for the great haze of time feels different for each individual person
He knows that it's wrong
If he were to be gone.
What would the others say
At the end of the day?
Would they speak of his strengths?
Or about how he went to great lengths?
Would they show that they care?
Or show emotion like a pear?
How long until they would move on?
Or would they forever be lost now that he's gone?
He did not want the answers to these.
He needed to eat some crackers and cheese.
This was at least the thirtieth time I had to climb this tree. I don't know who's cat this is or why I keep bothering with it, especially considering I'm highly allergic to cats and the snow. But without fail I drag myself out into the freezing snow, climb this tree to retrieve this black cat, and climb back down. I do not think about it anymore, it's second nature to me. I feel like it's all I ever do anymore, go out into the snow and get this cat. Once I am finally about to get comfortable again, that damn (pardon my French) cat gets stuck in the tree again. I tried to just leave it in the tree once, but the cat did not move. The cat stayed
Every eyeball has a story to tell. The problem is, most eyes are not able to perceive the stories other eyes have to tell. The single eye of a pirate plus an eyepatch, that eye tells the stories of the adventures and long nights sleeping with one eye open the pirate has experienced. But if you saw that pirate working at a Dunkin Donuts with a prosthetic leg instead of a peg leg, would you be able to read his pirate stories through his eyes?
Eyes not only tell stories, but eyes are also the gateway into human emotion. I'm Leo, and I can read eyes. It's not a superpower, anyone can do it, I've just mastered the art. Well, I didn't exactly maste
"Where the hell am I?" That was the first thought I had. I was speaking to someone. I did not know what I was saying, but I could feel my jaw moving and heard the wah wah wahhh the teacher in Charlie Brown sounded like. Then I heard applause, but not for me. I heard it behind the black wall of curtain right next to me. I'm backstage at a performance, I realized. I hate plays and musicals though, why was I here?
"Wish you were out there, huh?" a girl who was coming off stage said to me. She looked like one of the girls every guy drools over when they see her, the kind of smoking hot cheerleader girl every guy craves. I turned around without r
What is time?
Time is undefined.
Time is mysterious.
Time is everlasting.
Without time, there would be no progression.
No regression.
No past, present, or future.
Nothing to look forward to.
Nothing to look back on.
Time is different for every human.
One second is defined as is the time that elapses during 9,192,631,770 cycles of the radiation produced by the transition between two levels of the cesium 133 atom.
One minute is defined as sixty seconds.
One hour is defined as sixty minutes.
One day is defined as twenty four hours.
But each of these units of measure for the great haze of time feels different for each individual person
He knows that it's wrong
If he were to be gone.
What would the others say
At the end of the day?
Would they speak of his strengths?
Or about how he went to great lengths?
Would they show that they care?
Or show emotion like a pear?
How long until they would move on?
Or would they forever be lost now that he's gone?
He did not want the answers to these.
He needed to eat some crackers and cheese.
This was at least the thirtieth time I had to climb this tree. I don't know who's cat this is or why I keep bothering with it, especially considering I'm highly allergic to cats and the snow. But without fail I drag myself out into the freezing snow, climb this tree to retrieve this black cat, and climb back down. I do not think about it anymore, it's second nature to me. I feel like it's all I ever do anymore, go out into the snow and get this cat. Once I am finally about to get comfortable again, that damn (pardon my French) cat gets stuck in the tree again. I tried to just leave it in the tree once, but the cat did not move. The cat stayed
Some say I'm obsessed
They can't understand
Why I work so hard
They wonder why I
Never give up
How I have survived
Through such hardship
You have to understand
That each setback
Strengthened my resolve
To get back on my feet
To discover who I am
To return to what I know
Really I don't care
What anyone thinks
I am far beyond trying
To please anybody’s
Expectations of me
I live by my principles
I look in the mirror
At the end of each day
And appreciate what I see
You see…
I live with integrity and honor
I stand up for what I believe
Nobody will ever take
Advantage of me
Ever again
I have learned my lessons
The hard way
Each
Life is like a thick mist
Focus on the present, focus on the now
Don’t worry about what you’ve missed
Once you’re able to do this
You’ll leave yourself speechless
Wow
Rebuild connections with the people you’ve dissed
Don’t worry about if you’re hard or not
Be true to yourself, Be true to the heart
Or else later on, life will become a hard knot
Hard to untie
Live life to the fullest, Live life positive
Just give yourself some time
To be happy before you die
Don’t live a life of a lie
If you ever need to something to get off your chest
Don’t worry, its ok to cry
For now
Release your emoti
Hours upon hours
Day after day
The silence seals me away.
Let it break.. Let me break..
With the dawn
With my sanity
It shatters...
I cry out
With the tears that don't come
But won't go away.
Flailing for warmth
Reaching out through the darkness
For a hand that's not there
With the soul crushing thought
Did anyone care
Soft whispers in the night
All in my head
The friendliest voices
All want me dead
Am I alright?
No I'm fine, really.
A collection of restless tossing and turning
and skin peeled off my bottom lip,
I'm fine.
No, I lied, I'm not fine.
To be honest,
I never will be fine.
Not your definition of "fine",
no never.
That's impossible.
I promise this isn't the pessimist in me,
it's just the truth.
You see, I am a lot of things.
Depressed,
anxious,
scared of everything and everyone,
but most of all, scared of myself.
But I'm also loving,
goofy, emotional, sensitive,
ridiculously clumsy, easily falling for everyone,
giggly, quiet and loud, soft and hard;
I am a lot of things,
things that,
quite frankly,
are more interesting than "fi