Pyke

"Dude dont go." Zack said in that cute pleading voice he always used when he wanted his way. "I've been planning this since I was seventeen, man. And I've had the ticket for three months. Theres no stopping me." You were more than a little surprised that no tears were shed for your departure. All your friends and family just said, "Awwww Don't go, or what's so great about Helsinki, or you'll be back." But not a one tear was shed. You'd gotten rid of everything; your things were already in a loft in Helsinki. Youd already put in and worked your last two weeks, all of your lose ends had been tied. And even though everything was finalized, i

You'll never be half as great as she was. You'll never look half as hot as she does. You'll never feel half as good as she did. You'll never be loved half as much as she was. You look like her (on the outside) You sound like her (modified) You seem like her (with no pride) You'll never be as pretty (on the inside) I see her everytime I look into your eyes I feel her touch with every scratch down my spine I taste her kiss through your lips But why oh why is it never you I truly miss. You're not the one I waited for And my heart reminsces for her forevermore

Even though he was a jerk, I miss him... Even though he was a loser, I miss him... Even though he wanted me for that one thing, I miss him. And even though he chose her over me, I miss him. I'll always love him, always think of him. He was sweet when no one else was, he was the light that brought my dawn. Just uttering his name fills my heart with pain. Remembering his words fills my eyes with tears. It was never meant to be. I hope she's making him happy, making him laugh, making him smile. Taking him places that he would adore. Remember me wherever you are, and know that you're loved deeply no matter what you have done.

       Art is a window. Open it. Tell me what do you see? Not just outside the window but around it, on the window sil, in between the blinds, through the curtains.       Art is a cloud. What shape does it take? Is the sky blue or an obscure colour? Is the cloud full of rain? My opinion (what I see)- Art is an outlet for emotion, and expression, and feelings. Anything withing you or others that fights to be free'd. When it is unleashed it can form (or abstract) into anything desired, hated, feared, and so on. Perception of art varies from person, to animal, to species, and so on. No matter what has been created it all should be appreciated