posted 24 May 2015 09:15 PM EDT (US)
Sup?
First post in HOV. (At least in a really long time) Has anyone attempted the three that's included in my sig? I'm just wondering, because they've been here for a while, but I never get any PS's from anyone stating what they might think the answers are.
I don't blame you inf the last riddle might be deemed a little un-riddlelike. I think its developed decently to use, but some people, I'm sure,aren't really a big fan of "sentimental" "poetic" riddles. haha
As for the first, I think that one is rather easy.
All that aside, the answers will be up a week from now; 'less someone already answers them.
~~Ventrose~~
- I'm regarded valuable, yet I'm made of nothing. I'm always here but can't be seen. Forever I exist but can't be reached. I'm real and, yet, constructed by those who're so perplexed by me. With the swish of the hand, I swish past you, never to be anymore again, and yet...I'm always here. What am I?
- I can never fill a glass, and yet, the universe is full of me. Too little of me, and folks might feel uncomfortable, but too much of me, and people might feel lonely. What am I?
- Folks believe that they own me. I believe I own them, as I give so much to them; though I have no hands. I'm rich and poor all the same. Who truly knows the quantity of me out there in the universe. What am I?
First post in HOV. (At least in a really long time) Has anyone attempted the three that's included in my sig? I'm just wondering, because they've been here for a while, but I never get any PS's from anyone stating what they might think the answers are.
I don't blame you inf the last riddle might be deemed a little un-riddlelike. I think its developed decently to use, but some people, I'm sure,aren't really a big fan of "sentimental" "poetic" riddles. haha
As for the first, I think that one is rather easy.
All that aside, the answers will be up a week from now; 'less someone already answers them.
~~Ventrose~~
- I'm regarded valuable, yet I'm made of nothing. I'm always here but can't be seen. Forever I exist but can't be reached. I'm real and, yet, constructed by those who're so perplexed by me. With the swish of the hand, I swish past you, never to be anymore again, and yet...I'm always here. What am I?
- I can never fill a glass, and yet, the universe is full of me. Too little of me, and folks might feel uncomfortable, but too much of me, and people might feel lonely. What am I?
- Folks believe that they own me. I believe I own them, as I give so much to them; though I have no hands. I'm rich and poor all the same. Who truly knows the quantity of me out there in the universe. What am I?
[This message has been edited by Ventrose (edited 05-24-2015 @ 09:23 PM).]
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