About me and my amazing best friend <3
Me and my best friend
My best friend and me,
We were always together
Inseperable you see.
Our imaginary games
Our funny little chats,
That special secret language
The fairies and the cats.
The way we always laughed
At every single thing,
The way we loved to dance
Dance and act and sing!
You were always my partner
In everything I did,
Always together
Just like twins they said.
You'd help me with my homework
You've always been clever,
And then I'd help you with your story
We'd imagine those kind of things together.
I could skip and hop and twirl around
And I always knew,
That you'd be there right next to me
Making a fool of yourself too!
But now I sit at an empty desk
And I imagine you doing the same,
Wondering how you're coping
If you're happier than me.
For nowadays I love my friends
They're kind and sweet and cool,
Yet our times together are nothing compared
To the times I had with you.
I know I'm here and that you're there
Away at your grammar school,
But the few weekends that we meet up
Don't seem enough, for I miss you.
You tell me you miss me yet it's hard to decide
If you're on the same level as me,
For now when I see you it's great
But nowhere near the same.
Maybe it's because we're older
Maybe it's because we spend so much time apart,
I just miss the days back in primary
I just miss my past. Our past.
We're still the very best of friends
There's not a doubt about that,
I just wish that you were here with me
And not just in my heart.
Me and my best friend
My best friend and me,
We were always together
Inseperable you see.
Our imaginary games
Our funny little chats,
That special secret language
The fairies and the cats.
The way we always laughed
At every single thing,
The way we loved to dance
Dance and act and sing!
You were always my partner
In everything I did,
Always together
Just like twins they said.
You'd help me with my homework
You've always been clever,
And then I'd help you with your story
We'd imagine those kind of things together.
I could skip and hop and twirl around
And I always knew,
That you'd be there right next to me
Making a fool of yourself too!
But now I sit at an empty desk
And I imagine you doing the same,
Wondering how you're coping
If you're happier than me.
For nowadays I love my friends
They're kind and sweet and cool,
Yet our times together are nothing compared
To the times I had with you.
I know I'm here and that you're there
Away at your grammar school,
But the few weekends that we meet up
Don't seem enough, for I miss you.
You tell me you miss me yet it's hard to decide
If you're on the same level as me,
For now when I see you it's great
But nowhere near the same.
Maybe it's because we're older
Maybe it's because we spend so much time apart,
I just miss the days back in primary
I just miss my past. Our past.
We're still the very best of friends
There's not a doubt about that,
I just wish that you were here with me
And not just in my heart.
How are the winners determined from the losers? Easy. Whoever gave in first.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a triangle of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
And if no one gives in?
Giving in is often easier. But not the desirable choice.
Taylor tapped the glass coated floor. The tiny black droplet that bloomed on her forefinger fell with a soft plink on a triangle of glass below.
Taylor cautiously lifted the shard to the light. There it was. A small stain, barely the size of a pinhead, darkening the glass.
That's all I am. Just a flaw on an otherwise clear surface.
Just a flaw. A mistake that was never meant to be.
"I'm leaving," Taylor muttered to herself, getting back to her feet. She strode towards the corner, vanishing just as soon as the shadow fell over to embrace her slight form.
She closed her eyes and felt the end of her plait, fumbling with it until wove free.
She knew where she was going, if only this once.
But when she got there? She hadn't thought that far.
Blood Bound plot. No it is not cute, it’s not simple; it’s pessimist and frightful. The story is suggestive of Rosemary’s Baby, which does not seem accidental.
It is 2019, and we’re still exploring age-old subjects like Wicca, human sacrifice and sects. Somehow, those subgenres stand the test of time. Horror stories built around pregnancy never get old either, for obvious reasons. As saturated as these themes may be, in horror cinema these days, Blood Bound manages to impress and surprise. It’s its own thing.
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--
No "t'other side the way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!