Red and blue are both colors but rivals stereotypically, who decided this?
Light and dark are only the absence of the other, without light you have dark, why?
What is the true meaning of the same and opposites?
*sigh* is my new best word, the word I use the most
To everything I sigh, to this crisis, to the big picture,
To boredom mostly
So it is that it seems as if I think anything is boring
When prisoners think of light
Is it the same that lights up your world?
To one who has done crimes and pays a price
Who thinks of a light?
The same light that represents our freedom
And there are tears of those people that drown
Who made speaking?
A concept not a language,
They must have been a very powerful and convincing person
It must have been hard to do such a powerful thing
Yet they go unrecognized.
Are light and dark opposites?
Or is dark just the absence of light and vise - versa
And before the big bang were they there?
Awkwardness
…*sigh*, nothing, not no one to talk to
And nothing to say
Life has happened and passed and left me with nothing
Talking becomes boring
And boredom becomes shame
...awkward.
What seems so long is only so short, sit down and think of the five years to support, five years stuck in our eyes, five years what a surprise, five years my brain hurts alot, five years that's all we've got!
The places:
The two places that people don’t go
The two places that are too hot and cold
The two places that show opportunity for the same trade: money for labor
The one place for salt
The one place for gold
The Places
There are two places that people don’t visit, they are too hot and too cold
since before I was living
people go there to make money, cash
labor, is labor money?
Salt and gold,
eating and ...seeing?
Is money like a child for the world
or an artifact for trade?
Money for labor.
an inanimate object
of inanimate objects
meant to modify one's mind
and reward pride and joy.
(it’s a puzzle BTW)
The 6
Bored
Luckey
Tired
Bloodshot
Thankful
Grumpy
Lucky
It’s been hard for all of us but compared to others I’ve got it pretty good, a backyard, a garden, and means of entertainment. So I've got it pretty good and I am thankful.
The Couch
Fump I purposely fall onto it, I sigh tieredly, the long worn pillows are still comforting to me. I’m used to it, any other feels foreign to me. It is unique and I am used to it. Whether or not that is good ponders me but still, it brings me comfort.