![]() I see it through the image of a child's mind regarding to dark matter. ![]() Looking back, Kleine is proud of the work his students did. Vividly, commented Amy Turner Cathy, another of the students featured in Labbe’s photo. Viewing the image I placed for my prompt is now changed by your story as I see it differently. Although two decades have passed since that day on Berry’s campus, its effects are still felt by those who lived it. That to me is a clear indicator of something that affected my psyche in a delicate way enough to make the hairs on my body stand up. I will also tell you, like the others, I read your poem more than once and EACH and EVERY TIME I’ve read yours in the same spot goosebumps would occur. Like when she said ooh you smell nice I should have been like thanks, you look nice. My only regret is that I was too surprised to say something smooth back. The idea this person learned it from a man who also took his life in search for “happiness” away from pain was super deep and the way the noose was learned carved into my mind. Ok nah a cute girl told me I smelt nice yesterday and I have been clinging to that ever since. Perhaps that is why, I remember like it was yesterday, When I asked that sad girl to play When trees were still and clouds were grey, I watched her take her pain away.“ This section gave me the most profound deep entry into my soul through the eyes of a child acknowledging the impeding loss of a friend and even helping them to achieve “peace” by hanging, and then the image of seeing them in final resting state. For it was a happy place he'd go, A perfect place you know. “I knew a man who'd done this too we'd practice when we tied my shoes. When I read it and absorbed your words it was clear to me what nightmare I was reading and it’s one that unfortunately happens in the real world… nothing is quite as scary as a nightmare that should have been left in a dream coming true in real life. So let me start by saying, I was surprised by the story and the direction you took it which is definitely deserving of acknowledgment in its own right. When trees were still and clouds were grey, If she could escape maybe she would be free. Her father touched her, but when she toldĪnd she blamed herself, her face and body. Here, we review studies that examined age-related differences in the subjective experience of memory vividness. With no parents to be mean and room to run free, It has been frequently described that older adults subjectively report the vividness of their memories as being as high, or even higher, than young adults, despite poorer objective memory performance. ![]() ![]() Out of town to a small field with no name, The trees were still but clouds were grey ![]()
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