Calling out to me,
I reach out for you.
You fall, and you shatter.
Once so perfect and pristine,
a beauty that glistened in the sunlight.
You fought to stay as one,
I saw you as you weakened.
My little icicle,
so strong, so serene.
Droplets fell to the ground
when the heat was raised too high.
I thought you looked so beautiful,
in the reflection of the rays.
Perhaps, you cried out to me
to tell me you were lost;
because it was pieces of you
that soaked the floor around me.
Your tears from what you were before,
before you hardened, before your froze.
I saw you once,
with eyes that glistened
like the icicle you became.
I'm not sure if I tried to save you.
I think I might have shattered you.
How do you fix an icicle?
I am some kind of weird amazing genius. (not really, but shh)
Had to participate in a study at uni, during which I completely beat the clock at reading off a list of words and then a list of made up words (both of which, everyone else had failed to finish. Let alone with like…15 (out of 45 seconds) to spare.
My short term memory was then tested, and whilst most people struggled to remember 7 numbers…I remembered 9. which was the end of the software even though we could have continued.
Completely amazed the person running the experiment.
Sweet. Highlight of my entire life.
That is how happy it makes me.
I'm smiling. I never smile. But here, I am smiling!!!
Don't trust what they want you to believe, just follow your heart and your head....because they will mess things up for you. Repeatedly.
It isn't your fault. (although this is something I still struggle to get my head around.)
I don't even know what to say about this. I don't understand it all.
A man was shot on Thursday, and now riot attacks have been taking place in London for the past 3 days and they've spread out to Birmingham, Bristol, Leeds, Manchester and Essex, I think.
Businesses are being smashed into and Looted, buildings torched to the ground and cars set alight. The streets are a mess.
It feels bizarre being in my bedroom in a small town (that hardly counts as a town) and knowing that all of this is happening so close to home.
I'm not usually patriotic or anything;
but for fucks sake. This is our country. This our capital city you are burning to the ground.
This is YOUR country and YOUR people that you are hurting.
Other countries fight for freedom. You fight because you want a 42" plasma screen tv.
This country is incredibly unfair, and I imagine this is a huge influence into the big unrest. But the majority of this country feels the unfairness too. Minorities in Birmingham, London, whatever city you're from, you are not alone in being a minority. Get your head out of the mob mentality, look around at the damage you're doing. Look at the jobs that will have been lost due to YOU shutting down businesses, not even mainstream ones, but family companies that they have worked hard for.
If you want to fight for something, do it correctly. Do it in a way that will get the rest of the country behind you, not despising you.
I am ALL for speaking out about what you believe in. It was only the other day that Vicky and I were discussing how our generation don't care enough to fight for anything; this may be proving us wrong. But I fail to see how ANY of this is going to make a positive difference.
What part of you thought "OH I KNOW WHAT A GREAT IDEA IS- LETS TEAR DOWN THE COUNTRY, EVEN THOUGH IT CANT AFFORD TO FIX ITSELF BECAUSE WE'VE BEEN STUCK IN AN ECONOMIC CRISIS FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG."
Yeah; tear down the rest of the country, tear down those who have WORKED to get what they have. Lose them their jobs just because you're pissed you don't have one.
This is not okay.
This is a reason for the government to turn our country into a Big Brother society. George Orwell might have got the date wrong, but the sentiments are still spot on.
And why haven't the government got our Army in yet??
I don't pretend to understand their reasoning, because I truly don't. But this is a time when our country needs to stand tall, and we need to put all differences aside to fight for the riots to end and to fight for the changes we all need.
Perhaps too sentimental, but this is my country and when I see streets and shop that I recognise being torched to the floor...it hurts. And I worry about my loved ones and I worry about it spreading. England's only small, it won't take much for it to spread.