Now look at that, you've made me blush! Must have been subconcious there, making the connection between hard and the floor... Better bring a blanket or something though...
~Me: I once knew a guy who had lost movement from the neck down. He had a good sense of humor about it, but there were a few things he really missed being able to do... It didn't help that he had pretty hot nurses too!
Ok, use your imagination for a minute with me. Pretend that instead of grass, it was sand or loose gravel. Add in the playground equipment that was moved to other schools when this one closed: swings, monkey bars, whatever else. Imagine the building didn't look like it had been abandoned for so long. It's not quite as depressing when you see it as it probably was, not like it is now. It actually looks a lot like my grade school did when I was a kid, and I have nothing but happy memories of that. Then again, at night I didn't live there like these kids did...
I gotta say, the windows are opaque, and only are show the top half. I would imagine that someone would be monitoring their shadows/silhouettes to make sure they are showering & not beating each other... ok, bad choice of words, but you know...
Ok, seriously now, Motts you have someone outside the door at all times, right? Wouldn't want you getting trapped in there... Although most artists aren't really appreciated until they're dead...
She paints an empty canvas when she is afraid
she built a falling castle with her body of sand
and although lost she found love in the eyes of him
a shoulder she could fall on, was never taken in
and all the rain is falling and the side walks are stained
with roses from her brushes and the pictures from her hands
oh she cries a little harder
if she only cried to me
now if she called my name
I would have ran to catch her
And the only tear left now comes from me
So now I say these words to you
I find it so hard to lose her
The greatest gift that God ever gave to me
was a girl I named December
she was a girl that I need
December
Describe the pain
It choked your reality
It's all in your mind she said
Instead you go graceful dancing
You close the door
on the war I started last Halloween
I'm gonna be fine again
You got to keep graceful dancing
Oh
Here we are
And you're a super star on your own
And I'm looking over your shoulder
Getting older and God only knows
That here we are
And you're a super star on your own
Now here we are
Your sunset reigns
Like a bullet hole
Trees only seems for hanging
A moon is a target range
And rivers seem only for drowning
You fall away and then you starve
To finish your painting
Well its gonna take time my friends
You have to keep graceful dancing
Oh