The EndNo. No. This simply can't be real. This can't possibly be happening. What IS happening? The cries, The screams, Echoing all around. But no thought crosses my mind Except to hear them. They don't make sense. Numbness. And then my thoughts rush. Much like the old tale of "You life flashes before your eyes." Almost. But rather, flashes of those loved ones, And the futures that will never be possible. Yet there is no panic. Only frenzied thoughts Accompanying this numb acceptance. The seconds tick Tick, Tick, &The End
| IM PRETTY MUCH A LOST SOUL, A DREAMER, SOMEONE WHO DEFINATELY NEEDS TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I WANT TO DO IN LIFE, WHO I AM. I'VE FIGURED I WANT TO PERSUE FASHION AND PHOTOGRAPHY. I LOVE TO TAKE PHOTOS. PERCEPTIVE STRANGER WAS THE ONE WHO TOLD ME ABOUT DEVIANT ART. AND I LOVE IT! SO IM GONNA BE (SLOWLY BUT SURELY) PUTTING SOME PIECES ONTO MY SITE. IM A BEGINNER, SO WHO KNOWS WHAT I MIGHT END UP WITH, BUT IM A VERY IMAGINATIVE, CREATIVE WOMAN, SO IT WONT TAKE LONG BEFORE I CAN BE PROUD OF MY WORK. I HOPE TO SOMEDAY PURSUE A CAREER IN PHOTOGRAPHY. I JUST NEED SOME GUIDANCE AND I KNOW MY EYE FOR BEAUTY SUCH AS BEAUTIFUL WOMEN AND THE BEAUTY ON THIS EARTH WILL BE MY INSPIRATION. SO I GUESS WE'LL SEE WHERE I END UP! WISH ME LUCK!!! |
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