Ocean Eyes

We have all had a song in our lives that we heard at an early age, and it has just stuck with us ever since. It’s the kind of song that you can never get yourself to delete off your playlist, even though it is no longer your favorite song. So, when it begins to play out of your phone speakers, you never skip it. You would never actively look for that song, but it still gave you a feeling of content every time you heard it. That is the feeling I get when I hear “Firefly” by Owl City. Even though that song came out in 2009, I have never gotten tired of hearing it. This is because of several reasons, including the overall way that the song sounds to me, the effect the lyrics have on my current mood, and the memories that have been created while listening or performing this song. First, what made me initially fall in love with this song was the way it sounded. The first time I heard this song I was lying in bed listening to the radio to help me fall asleep. The DJ of the radio station announced that he was playing a new song that he himself really enjoyed. When the first few notes started to play out of my small pink radio, I was in love. Since “Firefly” was one of my first experiences with electronic music, I was amazed by the different and unusual sounds that the artist Adam Young was able to use in order to give a hypnotic yet calming tone to the song. Its background beat is rhythmic enough to calm down the listener, while the varying volume of the music keeps you awake until…

The sun gives off the right amount of heat for me to feel at ease. I lift my feet from off of the heated sand, grab my board, and run towards the ocean. The ocean is a translucent crystal blue color. It is so light that I can see my own reflection, perfectly, through the water. My happy place. I can see a wave forming in the distance. It’s 12:32, the perfect time for high tides. I lay my stomach on the board as I paddle through the cold water. I reach the wave and ride it as it pushes me back…

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” implies that beauty is subjective and that one decides what is beautiful and what is not. However, there are things that are objectively beautiful that were created by God. Beauty fits into Christianity because of these inherent beauties, as seen, in nature, in things that are symmetrical, and in things that have order. Inherently beautiful things were created to draw our attention to value and importance in God’s design. First, God created nature to be…

was gripped tightly in her hand, read the words, Bye Christian. I love you. It was unsent. 6:45. The tattoo had appeared on her wrist. Christian’s tattoo. It was a sun, with ocean waves inside it. She traced the outline of the tattoo and glanced down to look at her bare ankle. The dead rose. A haunting reminder that she would never be beautiful. She sat down on her bed, with her head in her hands. Her white dress was pristine, until the tears began to fall. How could I let myself fall in love…

different innerself. One that did not fear to jump off a cliff into a river or laugh uncontrollably besides a fireplace. I was plenty and I was me or at least that is how I remember it. The mind is an interesting thing isn't it? It can make you see things that are not there, make you feel out of yourself and even find a path to a new identity. This time the story was different, I was with someone I met a year before and with who I was dating. In the morning we woke up early just to see the…

art galleries and just by glancing at a painting one can feel the mood the artist is trying to express. There are basic solid colors we see in the rainbow and alongside these colors a mixture of two or more coloration can form diverse shades. Imagine looking at a picture full of photographs and great amount of colors. Every viewer may see a picture slightly different according to how the light around them reflects on the object. One condition why people view colors differently would be the…

the house of the old man. The conflict of “The Tell-Tale Heart,” lies in how the narrator felt for the old man. One may wonder, if Poe was channeling the painful resentments, he had for his foster father, Allan, onto the character of the “old man.” These deep emotions have lain dormant in Poe, hidden in his heart and one may ask if somehow, these emotions are now spilling out, as if out of control. The narrator observes the old man daily. He was at a loss, as to when this intense…

In two scenes of the movie, Watanabe, as he addresses the new prisoners, gets face to face with Louie and either says “Don’t look me in the eye”, after beating him for looking him in the eye, or asks “Why don’t you look me in the eye?” (Jolie, Unbroken; Coen108). Each time, Louie refused to look his captor in the eye, and instead either looked him in the face, but not the eye, or simply kept his head down (Jolie, Unbroken). However, the third time this idea of looking Watanabe in the eye comes…

might have been different from his, but I was still as graceful as Peter. Our acrobatic sequence commencing, flailing limbs and loose smiles interlocking, lips connecting gently. A sturdy arm wrapped around my waist, a relaxation flowing throughout my senses that could only be achieved with my Peter Parker. His sparkling blue eyes were enchanting, an ocean full of emotion that had the power of a tsunami. A mutual trust in our possession, any act of magic was possible. I scanned the sidewalk…

I knelt in front of the cross, water spraying off the rigid rocks. I twisted the backpack around my arm and reached for the slip of paper. I read aloud the words of my heart and placed the paper underneath the Lily I had picked from the meadow just outside of Baron. My son and I had never had the close father-son relationship I had hoped for; I had never bonded with him the way he had with his mother. I sat down against the boulder lodged between two rocks, and shut my eyes. I thought back on…