noominami

Paintballs whizzing through the air, sweat pouring down into my padded mask and a man running through a plywood town in nothing but boots and work out shorts. This is how my career began as a paintballer. You never realize how out of shape you are until you’re running full sprint into a hail of paintballs. Your legs start to hurt and your knees get crumbly, you begin to ponder why you had eaten McDonalds for breakfast as it starts to churn in your stomach. Then the answer is so clear, because you didn’t want to miss out on one minute of your day shooting your friends in the back with paint filled gelatin balls. The rush of doing

Just a dance Would you care to take a dance with me? Surely you would like to see, a world of such tranquility, the robustness of knights and princesses, dancing and twirling. The knights will be giddy with joy, seeing there princesses enjoy, the ball. The princesses will jump and swing, right up and down the gilded halls. It'd be quite a sight to see, won't you come take a waltz with me? The hall is full of couples and singles, always ready and willing to mingle. But I chose you my dear, isn't that a sign that you should not fear? The twines of memory may fray in your mind but that is for later, now is the time. After our prance, we shal

What would happen if... What would happen if the world had stopped? Would we go on or would only the clocks? What would happen if time decided to backwards, gaining a choice of its own, toying with us. What would happen if the world was swallowed whole, nothing left but a small rolling hill? What would happen of we disappeared and only our footsteps were left, would anyone know what happend? Nobody knows what may happen or may not happen and that is the problem with questioning the (Im)possible.