Tag: b/w

Being young, he has a lively curiosity and is ready for adventure
As soon as he closed the book, he had to come back to the real world
Of course, reading novels was just another form of escape
There were funny stories, moving stories, and violent stories
So even though he was an alien he was never an outcast
He lived a different kind of life in a different world
Whatever place we chose was our world
She hoped he’d come back to see her someday
What exactly do you think you’re doing?
The thing is, you seem to fly above it all
He turned here and there, not knowing what to do
Come on now, we’ve got things to do
You’ll understand when you meet him some time
He liked to photograph odd things
Of course they were happy to be there
There was no doubt this was a small thing
I’ve never seen nothing like that
He’ll never be happy there
I’m starting to believe I’m invincible
They had a mystery on their hands
They all did their best
We all have pain
The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don’t know
So I draw because I feel like it might be my only real chance
There can never be more between us than there is just now
I don’t see how it could have been anyone else, do you?
He looked at all this and then at her
I do think I carried things off rather well
He said he’d thrown everything away
How much is real and how much is imagined?
Everything’s important till we know it’s not
I remembered her later because of her eyes
I think you and I can work together
We just slipped off the edge of the world
No one looked at anyone else, or had to be looked at
I rummaged around inside myself and tried to find a memory
To comment is not necessarily to compliment
Now this is a test and can be ignored
There was no one around to share the joke with
Someone might be listening
You don’t listen to anything I try to tell you
It’s because she’s never seen anyone like you
Then things began to change in the house
Everyone was proud of him
It seemed to be simple, even simplistic
People worried about the usual small things, which to them were big things
He thought, that was the best you could hope for life: a kind of pause
He doubted he would ever write anything of lasting value
You don’t believe such women exist?
Well, people often don’t understand why they do things