Sometimes I get these very picturesque or thought-provoking ideas in my head that, I think, express a story of their own inside our heads. These ideas may just be a sentence or two, but they seem much bigger to me than that. They are not connected to each other. Here are a few original ones:
- He held a bottle of cold water in his hands. Or, as I saw it, he was holding a bottle full of grey mist and endless, wonderful possibilities.
- They came into existence pre-paired.
- There they stood, tall and proud, facing their own shame.
- He dreamed of escaping reality for long enough, but he never knew that he escaped it.
- "Does life ever stop being so surreal?", she asked.
- To him, she was as beautiful musical melody that he couldn't quite grasp, because it was dancing around inside him, eternally.
- Everyday, he would wake up to his alarm clock and go. One day, he didn't wake up to his alarm clock. Instead of going in his waking life, he departed in sleep.
- Only then did he realize that there's a difference between being miserable and being pessimistic. You can still hope even if you're miserable.
- She could only hope to believe in hope someday... but she knew she wouldn't. Not on her own.
- He saw a meteor falling, and it was as if it winked at him. He then disappeared.
- He drowned amidst the raging sea of thoughts and ideas in his head that others usually envied him for having.
- He was a stranger inside his own head. His thoughts weren't his, and neither were his emotions. He had always thought that if home was inside him, it would never change. However, he was gone for too long. Now, he was just moving in circles...
- He held a bottle of cold water in his hands. Or, as I saw it, he was holding a bottle full of grey mist and endless, wonderful possibilities.
- They came into existence pre-paired.
- There they stood, tall and proud, facing their own shame.
- He dreamed of escaping reality for long enough, but he never knew that he escaped it.
- "Does life ever stop being so surreal?", she asked.
- To him, she was as beautiful musical melody that he couldn't quite grasp, because it was dancing around inside him, eternally.
- Everyday, he would wake up to his alarm clock and go. One day, he didn't wake up to his alarm clock. Instead of going in his waking life, he departed in sleep.
- Only then did he realize that there's a difference between being miserable and being pessimistic. You can still hope even if you're miserable.
- She could only hope to believe in hope someday... but she knew she wouldn't. Not on her own.
- He saw a meteor falling, and it was as if it winked at him. He then disappeared.
- He drowned amidst the raging sea of thoughts and ideas in his head that others usually envied him for having.
- He was a stranger inside his own head. His thoughts weren't his, and neither were his emotions. He had always thought that if home was inside him, it would never change. However, he was gone for too long. Now, he was just moving in circles...
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