by delete, » Fri Jan 11, 2013 6:51 am
Can I tell mine?
Okay, FYI, when I get really scared, I cry.
YOU
On Thanksgiving Day, 2011, I had just woken up, on the couch. I looked up, sensing someone watching me, and I saw a chil's handprints in black on the wall. that's odd. I thought. I'd seen proof of a ghost child, Laurie, but now I had more. I looked to my room, directly across the hallway, and I saw somthing I'll never forget. There was a man, a military official, it looked like,with a cane in his left hand. "Wha-what do you want?" I asked, my eyes already tearing up. The man lifted his cane, pointed it directly at me, and one word came to mind. You . This is a true story, PM me if you want to hear more of it.
I have more stories, but I just wanted to share one at first.
standing in the eye of the storm, my eyes start to roll to the curl of your lips,
in the center of eclipse, in total darkness i, i reach out and touch
my mind's gone a racing on a horse that's escaping
and I'm ready to jump, yeah I'm ready to swim
life is chances that are taken but nothing's ever broken
they're just pieces on the ground, new hands need to build them