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Don't Dream. Do.
My name would be Jessica.
I am 17 years young.
I love to read.
I love music.
I have come to a road block in my thoughts.
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I am 17 years young.
I love to read.
I love music.
I have come to a road block in my thoughts.
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Yes. That is the alphabet. And isn’t in it now is it. Just thought I’d let you know. :) Bye now.
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(Source: percyandpotter, via have-hope-darling)
You are noticed!
She steps into the doorway and looks at the vast crowd. She thinks no one notices her. Fact of the matter is everyone notices. They notice the smile she makes to the ground. They notice the way she shuffles in and out of a group of people. The way she won’t make a comment unless she feels it really is neccessary.
He walks into a group of friends and feels left out. Abandoned. No one sees him. But everyone sees him. Everyone notices the funny things he does, the smart comments he makes.
Fact of the matter is, whether your loud, quiet, hyper, happy, sad, etc. You are noticed!
Don’t think for one second you will never be able to fit in, that no one cares what you think because it is NOT true. Life has some real jerks and it has some really good people…sometimes it just takes time to find the people you feel most comfortable around.
City At Night
The night is stormy.
I watch as the light reflecting off the puddles as the rain deforms it.
The sound of the rain hitting the sidewalk drowns the hum of the cars passing by.
A smile appears on my face as I look up into the rainy night sky.
A lamp in front me causes me to stop.
The simple beauty of one lamp against the city at night is picturesque.
Walking
No plan to where I am headed.
A dark street in the distance.
It entices me to go down it.
Walking into the abandon street.
Forgotten
The whole street was empty.
Mostly houses left to deteriorate in time.
I see an old wooden sign in the distance.
Startlingly beautiful wood work on just one small sign.
The eccentric swirls etched into illegible words.
Peering into the dirty, cracked glass of the window I see an object.
A glass sculpture.
The clear object was in the shape of a rose.
A single rose.
The thorns, leaves and petals looked so thin it was as if it would break by one touch.
I turn to leave.
Thinking of how someone could leave something so beautiful.
Walking back from where I came I see the lamp.
Disregarded in the light but seen so beautifully in the darkness.
The forgotten wonders of the night.
Some of my writing :)
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