It was a cold, brisk day. Nightfall was upon the horizon. I strolled down the walkway towards a baron park. The park looked as if it has been around many generations. The park benches were rusted in a distinguished color clear to the solid ground. Keeping the park in existence, the figue, fig arbre leaves filled the surroundings like a flamboyant arc en ciel decorating the park. So bright, even in nightfall a person could find away through the darken park. Suddenly, beyond the benches, figue, fig trees, a young man stood steady as if withholding his emotions from the outer parts of the world. As, he adventured in my direction his figure suddenly became visual. So visual I could see his black-laced veste flapping in the wind, wind that didn't even exist just a short few minutes ago. Were did my thoughts escape to in order to drift astray from reality? Was this intriguing male figure capturing my thoughts? Because I was Lost in translation I didn't notice where the male figure was, suddenly vanished. Now, the figure was facing me, pulling me astray from my wondering mind. His starring, bright brown eyes captured me in a peaceful trance. His wondrous, soft voice broke the trance. He a dit " Hello, young lady I've been watching toi from a far for quit some time now. Your just so beautiful I knew I had to introduce myself." At first I couldn't decipher if he was trust worthy let alone gather my thoughts together. Then, I began to remember when I first saw him from a far. How he seems to keep his emotions hidden from the world. So I seemingly should trust him give him a chance to prove his actuality. As I pondered the thoughts I noticed the handsome, willed man disappeared into the clearing. Afterwards, I realized how much the man resembled Michael Jackson. The incident later gained my attention for the reason he confronted me. We are connected through the advantage of keeping are emotions shielded from the world's surroundings. We keep our life personal. Even when we have extraordinary talents to pursue, it doesn't mean explaining our personal thoughts to the world. The incident that occurred, I keep close to my heart!! It's remembrance to always remember. Thank toi Michael for helping me to realize my true self.
I heard that I can have these signs:
1. U l’amour the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I l’amour baths
6. I watch jour little mermaid everyday. But the question is are we mermaids? Do we have a psychic connection with the ocean?
Are we even humans?...
Pls we can help each other find out :)
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved par any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind ou fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
ou accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will toi take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop chant of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even par taking one step forward,
par placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
toi will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved par any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind ou fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
ou accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will toi take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop chant of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even par taking one step forward,
par placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
toi will realize the cage has already been broken.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.
Her eyes sparkled like a precious stone
Her cœur, coeur was much golden than her hair
her charming hair flew in the air
.......But I knew she had an aimless life
Every part of her body was filled with an innocent tear
But I made her comfy and told her dear,
nobody is useless.
As she heard this,
every part of her body went fearless.
In a hand I saw a pearl...
& that hand was of the blonde girl.
Willow May Rains. 15 Yrs Old!:)
Ariel the mermaid got hurt. She can't swim ou eat ou anything. We were going to call the poisson fins animal emergency call, but they would think we were full of it. We are really sad to see that mermaid hurt, but what could we do. "I have an idea," a dit Ashley! "What is it? Tell me already. Don't toi want to help the mermaid?" " Okay. We need to make a plan," a dit Ashley. "What type of plan?" "You go up on rive and call for help, and if they think your lying go to the store and get coconut oil, a fake mermaid tail, and a knife. After toi do that we are going to do some surgery."
" Are toi okay Ariel," a dit Ashley? "No, I am hurting really bad." "Well, don't worry help is on their way I promise we will help you." Who's we?" "My friend, Victoria, and I, so don't worry. Just try to take a nap and everything will be ok." "Okay. I am counting on toi too protect me." "I know just trust me."
" Are toi okay Ariel," a dit Ashley? "No, I am hurting really bad." "Well, don't worry help is on their way I promise we will help you." Who's we?" "My friend, Victoria, and I, so don't worry. Just try to take a nap and everything will be ok." "Okay. I am counting on toi too protect me." "I know just trust me."
Veronica
