Ever notice how with every feeling or emotion, there is a color to go along with it? Red is anger, blue: sadness. Green is jealousy. Yellow, happy. You never really think about any of that though whenever someone uses the expression “color me happy”. You don’t think of grabbing a yellow marker or a can of yellow paint and pouring it all over the person, now do you? I am starting a new trend though. A lot of people say that I have a poker face. I don’t open up about how I really feel to most people half the time. I’m hidden underneath a blanket suffocating from all that I feel. Trapped in a bottle with my fellow in-mates. Sharing a bunk with sadness next to anger. Ready to pop open any second, but still I remain closed. Shut. A clear bottle. Might as well, color me emotionless.
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Why did Suzie fall off the swing?
She had no arms.
Dreams. Sweet dreams. Daydreams. Lucid Dreams. Nightmares, and so many more. What is a dream? For some, it is a place full of wonder and amazement. It is our escape to a better land. Sometimes even worse. It is where anything and everything is possible if you simply believe. But what if dreams are not really dreams? What if instead they are the true reality, and what “live” in is just a figment of our imagination? Dreams have no limits. Do you?
We all want to accomplish and do so many amazing things in our lifetime. A lot of people make bucket lists, even though most never live up to them. Why ever make one though? If you are to make one, fill up high with your hopes and dreams, then actually do empty them out of there and have each one be part of the most amazing sand castle ever. But to those of you who would rather go through life’s moments spontaneously, remember the overused motto of live, laugh, love. The three little words that have one great meaning and impact. However you want to live, make it your own way and make it unforgettable. Have your name live on forever if you can. You have only got one life, so make it count.
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