the lost shoe project

I like to think that if my shoe ever got lost, it would get it's 15 minutes of fame.

Confessions

A man painted and drew hundreds of postcards, he dropped them in public places all around the city. He invited everyone that found one to write on the back, a confession. The confession had to be something amazing, a story that they had never told anyone before. He asked them to be creative with the postcard, almost use it like a blank canvas. Then drop it off in the mail. Within a year the man had collected over 10,000 confessions.

timetravel

Do people move back home because they miss it or because they want to move back in time? I want to move back to places, not because I miss them but because they remind me of a nice time. those days that stick out from all the others, its those days that I want to move back in time for.

Oh beautiful child

I go round the house singing fairly often. No one has evercomplimented me though. I can't sing, but each time I secretly wish someone would realise that I had some sort of potential.

comparisons

I aspire to be someone, who aspires to be no one. No one can call themselves perfect, perfection doesnt exist. So what is it that we all seek? We all want to improve things about ourselves, but why do we want to improve that button nose or that big ear? What is it that triggers in our minds to say 'this needs to change, its not normal'. Who are we really comparing to? If no one is perfect then there shouldn't be anyone that we look up to or we idolise for their features. Do we compare ourselves to people that don't exist? Do we create a picture in our mind and decide that this is perfection? When you look in the mirror you should see yourself, without having to pick out every single little flaw. But what made that so hard to do?

tears

Are they really still a sign of weakness? Sometimes I find its better to let them all out and have a good ol' cry. It does actually work, it makes me feel so much better afterwards. It lets all the bad things out, instead of bottling them all up.

Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee

A man went for a walk along a beach and came across two shells. They were like nothing he had ever seen before. The man bent down to pick them both up but realised they were too heavy for him to take both of them. He picked up the prettier looking shell and went to a shop to get it valued. The shell was worth a small fortune. The man was very content with his shell, so went home to display it on his shelf. What the man didnt realise was that the shell he had left behind, would have been worth a lot more than the shell he had choosen, as that shell had a beautiful pearl inside.

and we fall down the hole

It's completely out of our hands, nothing we can do but wait. Twiddle our thumbs and shove that thought to the back of our mind. When the pressure finally becomes to much and the diamond dust stops falling, it will all be over. Nothing left. We will become an ordinary planet that once inhabited existence. The dark clouds will sweep up everything in its path, and then it will be our time to get picked up. The dust may settle one day and leave a once beautiful land, ruined. We can only imagine this day. This day that no one will remember, this day that no one will forget, this day that no one will know of. Billions of years may pass and finally luck may change, conditions may become habitable and life on earth may begin again. It will start as if nothing ever happened. When billions of years pass and modern technology becomes apparent, people may wonder if life ever existed before them. But they will never know, and neither will we.

a spec of dust suspended in a sunbeam

We are so insignificant. outside our solar system the blackness goes on and on and on and on. we have no idea when it stops, it goes on forever as far as we're concerned. it seems so impossible, yet it has been proved that it is possible. it scares me, we cant do anything to stop whats going to happen, it will just happen. if a black hole appears we cant physically hold the earth back, it cant be controlled.

I may not understand much about planets, stars, galaxies, but they amaze me so much. i would rather sit back and watch, then try to understand what they are. not understanding makes it so much more interesting. many scientists have tried to answer questions that may never have an answer, but that's part of the mystery. maybe that's the way it should stay, a mystery. so people can fly their ideas around without them falling to the ground.

we live in modern times

when you finally let go of the past something better comes along.
in that case, i could be in the waiting room for a while.

untitled.

sometimes i try to earn my spot on the shelf. i try to say all the clever things i can muster. try to find a stage and a microphone or an outfit so you will see me. and once you've seen me i try to make it worth your while. cause then you'll keep me around. and you wont throw me out of the life boat when we've run out of seats. and we will run out of seats.

ghosts and stuff.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Stephan King

everybody lets go party ohohoh yeahhhh.

handle it with care, its very fragile and should be used z'with caution. it goes too quickly and before we know it things in the future will be long in the past. dont stop for one moment, and dont think for too long because that may prevent you from being impulsive.


anyway... thinking rationally takes too long.

tell me a story?

its weird to think that at some point we will be in the past, we will be a history. but the world wont stop as soon as we move on, it will carry on as if nothing ever happened, as if we never existed. your family will go down for generations and you can only be passed on through photographs or memories. the sphere wont stop turning until something happens and until that something happens life will go on. so make the most of it, and you might be that someone worth mentioning in the future.

snow blanket you are beautiful,

wise words

sometimes i can just stare in wonder at the

amazing stories my grandparents talk about.

gawp. i can ask them anything and they'll

somehow know the answer. having a

conversation with them is oh so great,

things i find boring they'll make into something

interessting. with eventful years on their

shoulders its the least i can do to engage in

a little tête-à-tête.

Interpret Me

You don't need to spend your life trying to be unique because you already are. It's when you search for your uniqueness which makes you ordinary. Don't seek to be anyones idea of 'normal', being normal is un-normal. I doubt anyone will ever fully understand you, which is the best thing about being you.