But when the day was over and it was time to go to bed, the invitation was extended to a slumber party on his head. They stared at starry skies and wished on flying fish that shot across the sea. A...

Ticking clocks-Ticking Clocks, you beat with rhythm like my heart. But how many beats are in a life, if it is the clock that always dies? Why must we always race time?

Sometimes when I make wishes

I choose not to set them free.

I hold them close to my heart

and keep them in my dreams.

For I know when we make wish...

I said I'd love you till the end of time...it wasn't my fault the clock stopped.

 

I'd really love to see a cute illustration to this, something simple would pro...

Perhaps this can be illustrated by someone with more artistic talent than me? Dialogue between an exclaimation point and a question mark.

 

"Why so...

When I was young I said I'd touch the sky, but it touched me first.

It's soft pinks and bright blues guided me home in times of darkness,

I trusted it because I knew the ...

I look in the face of fear and say hello.

He blinks profusely, confused and unaware.

I smile, he frowns.

We mirror our features and actions.

...

Yesterday I made a wish
Today it didn't come true
Now I'm sure more than ever
My heart will break in two.

*Just switched up the words a bit, it's a bad habit I've adapted ...

These are some lyrics to a song I've been working on. It's not very long and I suppose I can't translate what beat I'm hearing in my head so maybe if I work up enough courage I'll sing to it and...

Lost in translation through vague interpretations.

Let's take a trip to the moon. We'll ride the big dipper, or we could call it a spoon. We'll dip our hands in the milky way and ride the night to escape the day. But when the stars get too brigh...

Every move seems out of place,

But every move is filled with grace. 

 

I wrote this story about the beautiful,  yet awkward embrace...