He turned out to be a Henry Crawford. The problem is I'm no Fanny Price. I felt at his persistent charm and got a disillusioned heart. Gladly the pain came in good time to cover up this heart of mine.
7:45 a.m. the beep of my cell phone pulled me out of my unconscious, sweet state. Yeah, that is not a good way to wake up. Why can’t I wake up with the morning light of the sun and the soft birds’ noises? The truth is that it’s my own fault. Last night, on my bed, I couldn’t quit my reading. Every chapter made me long for another one and the opening words of the first new paragraph got me completely unwilling to close the book. I looked the time on my cell phone screen (I do have a clock in my ...
Updated 06-29-2009 at 05:20 PM by The Walker
Everything was payed back to him this time. The fears I had last time had a name and I had given them a place; so I could enjoy his company as a friend. You know? people surprise you. The creativeness of the human mind has no boundaries, but I love it when it comes inspired by love. Whe it comes with no reason and waits nothing in return. Now I sit in here wondering what does it mean. Yes, he knows my name and the expressions of my face. My paths were narrow ...
Updated 06-15-2009 at 11:59 PM by The Walker
Have you ever felt missing the inspiration? I want to write but I think there is no one who will want to read about that...what's the point? Ill keep reading your writings until the inspiration comes back...I know it will
last day in Cuenca. I wish it could be better. I´m fighting with myself to be obedient (oops!) to my dad even when i DONT LIKE HIS DECISION! how hard it is! Have you ever feel like screaming with all your strengths but you couldn´t do it?? I feel like an atomic bomb just exploted inside of me and all the smoke it caused can´t scape from my inside but instead it´s soffocating me. Oh well, it´ll be gone soon...just, as chris martin said, "take a breath try to hold it inside," ...