Friendship is like a violin; the strings may snap now and then, but the music...
a: ‘did you see what she was wearing?’ e: ‘or not wearing?!’ a: ‘…. pants?’ ———————————————————————— h: ‘and then Alex came over and started touching him and it was back to normal again’
extended metaphors for love
i used to drown in an ocean of emptiness before you found me. first you were my life jacket, barely keeping my head above the waves. every time i’d go under, you would drag me up and i could take another aching gasping breath. you kept me from drowning. then slowly, ever so slowly, you became a raft. you dragged me on and dried me off, held me just above the waves. but sometimes a bigger...
i wonder where the concept of reality came from? where was the line drawn between fantasy and life, and can i step over it? no, not step. i want to jump over it, with both feet tucked under me, like children jumping in puddles. i want to wake up within my subconscious and play out the mysteries i find there.