Every time we breathe We die a little... So one last breath, for love and hatred and everything in between. For friendship lost and friendship gained. For pain that builds and that which breaks. And hurt, a lot of that. And also...for this crazy jungle we call life. And remember Just breathe…
About 200 girls taken from their homes, about 200 girls all on their own...…
Maybe life is nothing but colour, a big picture made up of a thousand feelings, emotions, memories, and a million words...…
I was a star, not the famous person kind of star, but the type that people saw when they looked up at the sky at night, the type that shines and sort of twinkles. Although to be frank, I was just this giant ball of hot gas... I honestly can't tell you how it happened, one minute I was up there in space, doing my own thing you know, and then suddenly I was falling, straight down towards the colorful planet, Earth. Everything got hotter, so hot in fact that I found myself wondering if I was dying, not that I knew if such a thing was possible, there weren't many stars around me, so I'd never heard of any dying... but the heat, it was really intense, and somewhere along the lines, I faded out a bit, and there was nothing... Stars don't die do they?…
We all have stories to tell, some more exciting than others, but I think it's a matter of perspective, it depends on how you see things. Mine's an ordinary one, as ordinary as life gets. It's probably a plain book with a really plain cover, with a single word written as the title. It's probably called Jamie, sitting away on some shelf somewhere, getting dusty and yellowed with age. I think it's time to bring it down from the shelf, blow off the dust and open it up, to the point where I met Josh, because that's where my life truly began. And maybe, just maybe ordinary isn't ordinary at all...…
