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A lost LifeWe all take ourselves for granted,
Not taking time to care,
About the world we live in,
And how quick things can change.
Like a lost loved one,
Someone you thought you would never lose,
And then they disappear
Without even saying goodbye.
And you can't right your wrongs
Once they're gone
Because there's always an open spot in the world
Where that person should be living
But that spot is empty now,
Not a single replacement in existence,
It will remain untouched,
Only a faint memory to be left a scar,
A new life will come out of this,
A new breath to be consumed,
But nothing will ever be the same
Because one life can never live twice.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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