Her eyes were like fire.They weren’t red or anything.Not particularly warm, either.They didn’t glow or “appear to glow,”whatever that means. But they had that same strange blend offamiliar and miraculous—and they were always nice to look atafter a long day of doing things. By Bo Burnham
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A FISHERMAN’S JOB…
Most of the world is covered by water. A fisherman’s job is simple: Pick out the best parts. Charles Waterman
IN MY ARMS…
So put your arms around me and then stay there forever Let it always be this way, you and me together So put your arms around me and I’ll never let go I know they’re easy words to say, but I mean it more than ever Put your arms around me by Natasha Bedingfield
SHUTTERS
Eyes like a schutter, mind like a lens. Unknown
ENJOY LIFE…
Don’t drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life. Jack Kerouac
FACE IN THE WINDOW…
Faces in the windowNoises in the nightFaces in the windowHiding from the lightFaces in the window Dio – Faces in the window
A LITTLE MADNESS…
Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul. Charles Bukowski
THE FACE…
The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter. Marcus Tullius Cicero
PULL…
How far to the other side
POEM…
The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word. Mata Hari