I'm caught between doing and seeing. Participation and observation. Proactive and reactive. There can never be an inbetween.
and so the New Year began.
she turned to the left in her bed only to see something she never thought she'd ever see.
aaargh, I wasn't logged in!
:O hangman's been hanged!
I'm thinking of a number between 0 and 15..
Oh shoot, I actually loled
I haven't a clue what MJ or Hookah is, but it sounds intriguing
...just waiting for that damn light to go out...
she began falling.. so far, far away, not realising he was standing above her, watching as she sped towards her ultimate fate
"Why believe in all that? He only comes once a year anyway? And COME ON, he's an old man who dresses in red and likes to have children sat on his knee."
There's a rabbit in my box. And a locket in my pocket.
I type what I write and I write what I think.
So I put the phone down and wondered how I felt. Was I happy? Sad? Astonished? Only he knew how I felt. But, with the world's oceans creating a wall between us, he could never find out my true feelings.
