Tag: sky

When a vacuum forms, something has to come along to fill it
There were funny stories, moving stories, and violent stories
No one looked at anyone else, or had to be looked at
To comment is not necessarily to compliment
There was a long admiring pause
Are you two going to sit here all night?
Ever read H.G. Wells’ The War of the Worlds?
There’s something about me you don’t know
Why are you looking in the mirror?
When he hasn’t slept well, he wants only a sugared muffin
He won’t be able to fall back asleep
Big and heavy movements, but delicate, too, in all the subtle, reactive leaves
Every man has to find how to make his own way in this world
No one expected me. Everything awaited me
I was there but was also everywhere
It is hours to go before you sleep
One wrong move and you’re dead
There are benefits to being of small size, after all
The sky cracking, turning colours. Surrender.
It was quiet and cool with no one around
Isn’t it funny how we close our eyes and enter a strange world we’ve made up?
His father would often yell at him for breaking a glass
Clouds heaping in cumulus shelves overhead
A half-baked suburban variety of witchcraft
Just let me feel your fingers again on the back of my neck
And you have never before asked me where I was going when I left the house
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it
When night came he just sat, at the foot of a tree
There’re five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly
I don’t think anybody’s here
Nothing beside remains
Everything about the night feels strange
Here there is room to think
Time jumps and jumps again
All is well
Sein Himmel war es, der sich über die Erde wölbte
Let us stroll up a bit farther
As I glance downriver I see a flotilla of watermen’s boats approaching
In truth I am no gentleman, though I can be a gentle man
I said it before, sir, you are a gentle man
Why is everything I am conjuring up in black-and-white?
You don’t remember me, do you?
I was myself here, able to see things singly and plainly
Low skies and bare trees, hardly a soul to be seen
They did not begin to be human again until the sun went down
Her voice sounded quite strange at first
You can’t leave me here on my own
He had come expecting to be welcomed
The thump of the drums echoed in his skull
It just needs to be a fight worth fighting