Its summer and I don’t have a thousand things on my mind, apart from two resumes that I need to hand in, not this weekend, but next weekend for my driver’s license class. When you have nothing on your mind what else can you do other than think? Lately I’ve been thinking so much that I’ve been giving myself headaches; it’s that awful. So many ideas: photography scenarios, reality behind society, texts, and much more. Where to start? Well when it’s in your head there’s basically no limits, you can do hundreds of things at once. Where the hell am I going with this anyways? Not sure, but I know there’s one thing I’ve thought about and wish to talk about, here I go.
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Fallen Ember
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How a spark started a forest fire
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Something is deeply irritating me, something we normally don’t see which is only noticeable on second analysis. This “something” can’t simply be explained in a casual context, and it is why I decided to deliver my message under the form of a text.
I woke up this morning and I looked at myself in the mirror. I stood there, looking at this blank visage, flaws and all, without making a move. There was something about this virgin face that caught my attention, something I didn’t understand. As I stood for a moment longer it suddenly came to me. I’m ugly and there’s nothing I can do about it. I then proceeded to screaming out loud, telling the whole wide world that I am ugly. Suddenly, a thousand looks turn my way. People start talking to me, they tell me that I’m beautiful, that I’m a special person in every single way.
The next day…
I woke up this morning and I looked at myself in the mirror. I stood there, looking at this blank visage, flaws and all, without making a move. There was something about this virgin face that caught my attention, something I fully understood. As I stood for a moment longer it naturally came to me. I’m beautiful and there’s nothing I can do about it. I then proceeded to screaming out loud, telling the whole wide world that I am beautiful. Suddenly, a million looks turn my way. People come up to me and give me these dirty looks; they call me a stuck-up bitch, a selfish person, a cocky guy.
What is this? A dream…or is it reality? Why are the people who first told me I was beautiful are now trying to make me miserable? By putting me on top they drove me to the edge of the cliff, and as soon as I’d feel confident they’d push me over so that they could watch me fall endlessly. In the end actions speak louder than words. This is life and there’s nothing you can do about it, love or hate it, it’s your decision. Even though society goes one way, I’m trying to pull aside and run away…because tonight I’ll close my eyes, keeping in mind that I’m beautiful, no matter what they say…
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Something is deeply irritating me, something we normally don’t see which is only noticeable on second analysis. This “something” can’t simply be explained in a casual context, and it is why I decided to deliver my message under the form of a text.
I woke up this morning and I looked at myself in the mirror. I stood there, looking at this blank visage, flaws and all, without making a move. There was something about this virgin face that caught my attention, something I didn’t understand. As I stood for a moment longer it suddenly came to me. I’m ugly and there’s nothing I can do about it. I then proceeded to screaming out loud, telling the whole wide world that I am ugly. Suddenly, a thousand looks turn my way. People start talking to me, they tell me that I’m beautiful, that I’m a special person in every single way.
The next day…
I woke up this morning and I looked at myself in the mirror. I stood there, looking at this blank visage, flaws and all, without making a move. There was something about this virgin face that caught my attention, something I fully understood. As I stood for a moment longer it naturally came to me. I’m beautiful and there’s nothing I can do about it. I then proceeded to screaming out loud, telling the whole wide world that I am beautiful. Suddenly, a million looks turn my way. People come up to me and give me these dirty looks; they call me a stuck-up bitch, a selfish person, a cocky guy.
What is this? A dream…or is it reality? Why are the people who first told me I was beautiful are now trying to make me miserable? By putting me on top they drove me to the edge of the cliff, and as soon as I’d feel confident they’d push me over so that they could watch me fall endlessly. In the end actions speak louder than words. This is life and there’s nothing you can do about it, love or hate it, it’s your decision. Even though society goes one way, I’m trying to pull aside and run away…because tonight I’ll close my eyes, keeping in mind that I’m beautiful, no matter what they say…
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All But A Contest
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It's not about winning, in life there's also understanding
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Life can be a bitch some days, sorry if I’m employing these kind of words but it’s the truth. I’m not miserable; as a matter of fact I’m quite a happy person, happy that I’ve found the answer to common misunderstanding of the human behaviour in a society. I’m all done for tonight, I actually wrote something decent for once. Good night to the world!
The Daily Beat : Beautiful – Christina Aguilera
Life can be a bitch some days, sorry if I’m employing these kind of words but it’s the truth. I’m not miserable; as a matter of fact I’m quite a happy person, happy that I’ve found the answer to common misunderstanding of the human behaviour in a society. I’m all done for tonight, I actually wrote something decent for once. Good night to the world!
The Daily Beat : Beautiful – Christina Aguilera
