Ap Bio Lab 6 Question 4

Back from the dead?

• Continued from'm alive

We're back from a desperate journey,

turning around anything, anyway still.

Here.

were harsh words, do not expect it at all, but maybe I should have.

Living in this world is beautiful, magical, almost fairytale, with each touch of an angel you could wish for, and when something is in place, just go back, re-create the atmosphere and return to daydream. A beautiful world, but it is not the real one.

I find it hard to walk away, I find it hard to be that person that I had become after that little stolen cards, and I find it hard to be so, although I know it would be easier for others.

Sometimes listening, but my mind began to fly over, ends up in that black hole of absence, hardly leaving until someone gets to call me back giving me a hook, bait, just chatting. C or n a dead.

Forte as a single word can strike, more than a rock, much more than a hard day's work.

I must be more explicit? We were sitting at the table and came up the same problem as always, for better or worse I can get along, but this time I did not succeed, the minutes passed and I ended increasingly engulfed by the world that there was not the fantasy world it was only the black hole, where all thoughts stop, where you can not nothing, for no one understands what you say, where everyone speaks a different language, a language you understand, but you can not talk. What is wrong to be ashamed? I do not know, but that's how it all came about, with me that I could not speak in that language. You think it's a metaphor? Actually no, that's exactly what happened. Stupid? Stupid. At least with my words because, in other words it would be a mega-nerd, according to others, the jerk, but said in a derogatory manner other than that I have ever known. are words that strike .

That way I do is just shyness, a little 'fear of making mistakes in front of epinephrine, sometimes a bit 'of envy, but most fear the presence of someone I like so much of my past.

are words that strike, I'll slip a bit, 'but certainly I find it hard, a little' we remain bad.

I was in that black hole at the table, who died of unknown words in the mouth, before I go out, do not remember seeing an anchor, I could not even realizing it, no? Dunno, maybe I was hoping to see her. Just a chat.

Waiting on the way to the moon, waiting for his shorts, still waiting for the ferry has been a succession of silences interrupted by shivering, to a certain point while watching TV the world began to turn round and I have had to sit. I do not know if the sunshine was already having some effect, certainly in the ferry I passed the time dozing. Like a leaf that trembles in the storm, my arms constantly banging your teeth. Maybe I was really bad, maybe there waiting for something, someone, a word that takes me back in the real world. Too many "maybe", too many especially for those going to a thousand per hour, when I am no longer the case, and for a long time too.

There is a conclusion for this? There is, there will be. Because it seems that the river continues to flow of events even when You're still, you may want to get on a raft and take the current time, or choose to plant your feet on the bottom, and unabashedly arrogant, but he is' sure that the water will carry away the sand from under the feet and one day you'll be without foundation.

I apologize, I still think? Not really. Remember when I said "not really"? I do, and I continue to feel, to feel inadequate for this adventure. I do not know if and when there will be opportunity to talk it over. I think today I just received mail from Katie, we had hoped, but I did not expect more.

Hey ... by let's not so serious .. so the step by step ..

Yeah, let's not so serious, because it is just for me, because it's worth it.

When the past is past, however, not worth the trouble to talk about it, then remain only the inner voices of a distant world who calls, calls me, drew me to her, she can not go back. Without an anchor.