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I Saw a Shooting Star Tonight
A little strip of white streaking across the sky.
Tonight I realized I live in a glass globe.
No escape.
Que? What's this? SUBMISSIONS?!!
YES, IT WOULD APPEAR THAT I'M BACK! :evillaugh:
Yeah, I went to New York and what can I say? My camera decided to tag along. I went to New York City for and Internship with my Aunt Joyce who is a photographer and trust me, I learned things about myself that I never knew.
I learned that my patience can actually be almost limitless.
I learned that I will NEVER have a wedding because my heart would bleed for the photographer.
I learned some other stuff to but those 2 are the key points. Well, I also learned how to edit photos properly-Adobe Photoshop be damned.
I also saw a play that really changed my life called The Success of Failure by C
'expecting the unexpected'
If "expecting the unexpected" makes the unexpected expected, does that mean the expected is essentially unexpected? Meeting a person is fate, whether it's expected or not. Becoming their friend is a choice, generally expected. Falling in love with them is always unexpected but only if one does not "expect the unexpected" which makes the expected unexpected and wow I'm really fucking confused now. That was unexpected.
Ever feel like your world is ending?
Going out with lights flashing in blue, red and yellow? It's like one of those wt nights in the city, after it rains and you're out alone walking, watching those speeding lights. The reds, yellows, and greens flashing and warning. Eyes unfocus and those lights turn into those shapeless baubles of transparent colour and a foot goes somewhere it shouldn't.
There's never any sound whenever I'm falling down.
All I know is that there's a sting when I reach my unplanned destination. Sting and dots of red, scratches of pink and the heavy scent of wet.
So, it basically sucks... in only the most eloquent of ways. Of course.
The flashing beats in t
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