TSoL- The Very VERY Short Pulpurian Rose Quest'It's half empty,' Lucas said, frowning down upon the glass standing in front of him on the main control desk of the ship. The glass was half filled with water.
Sol shook his head. 'No, no, it's half full.' he explained, folding his arms.
'I'm sure it's half empty.'
'It's half empty.'
'No, half full.'
Sol sticked up his hands, acknowledging Lucas he had to shut up. Then, he sighed, putting his arms down.
'Look, Eager Young Space Cadet, you think it's half empty because you're so pessimistic, Lucas.' Sol said, shaking his head with a sheepish grin. Lucas raised an eyebrow.
'You know Lucas, I think about what's still left in the glass, not what I lost.' Sol thought for a moment, then spoke again.
'I believe you tend to think you lost half of your water, instead of thinking about what you still got left? Look, with other things in life, it's the same. If you think you're glass is half empty, you'll only get depressed.'
TSoL- Remembering'I still remember the day I met her...' I whispered, while staring blankly at the black void in space. My friend looked at me, curious, wondering why I was drifting off in daydreams again. I sighed.
It was a nice memory to look back at. Like a picture worth to pick up again, wiping away a tear while looking at it.
Katya looked through the dense darkness. She heard Lilium speaking.
'Sorry, so very sorry! Katya, we're having trouble with the lights...' she nearly stuttered. Katya heard rumaging from the other end of the room.
'Hang on, I'll pick a candle.' Katya spoke in a calm voice. She stood up, putting down the book she had been reading- 'Mythical Creatures Across the Galaxy'- and stepped up to an old desk in the corner of the dark, old room. Touching gently with her fingers on the handcraft, wooden desk, she found the candle standing on top of it.
'Lilium, where did you put the matches?' she asked, raising an eyebrow as she couldn't find it on the desk. Ater a second session
I screwed it upDid you only made me climb to fall down in this cliff?
You gotta keep in account I'm a bit sensitive
You let me drive the car to drive it into a ditch
Oh it isn't fair. You think I'm some bitch?
I'm not really a leader so why leave it to me?
I'm not responsible, as well I don't even see
What in your eyes went so terribly wrong?
Well I guess I'm gonna leave, so long...
So once again I think I screwed it up
Majority pointing out what the hell I fucked up
This is reality, oh man it's the real me
Again the world's insane, and we've both had just enough
And we both know it was me, who screwed up this love
Once again I see I screwed it up
And this time I don't think I'll be coming back up
It's reality, oh such a tragedy
I will get another man if I can't get this love
So I think that once again, like all these other times
I screwed it up
Did you give me a knife to cut in my own fingers?
To leave these thoughts behind, yet the feeling still lingers
It gets a bit radical to see you hating