Cold feet

My feet are cold.  The very ice of Antarctica itself rest under them as I strive to find the gateway of discovery.  I have been trying for years and I often think that I am now farther away from it then when I started. From Europe where I found the need to find something greater, to Africa where I nearly found death. The world was not enough to sooth the storm that forever rages inside of me.  And now I find myself on the southern continent sitting on the ice, just letting the snow bury me as it falls from the sky. My feet are cold, my heart is slowing, and my eyes won't open. The world couldn't help me and I found out that I didn't need it, I needed myself.  I am now buried under the snow with the warmth of peace, waiting to let my damaged body go.

CAUTION!

You are on my mind like the duck that sits on the water. You will be there all day until some disturbance in the seas of my mind makes you fly away.  I am thinking about you like the little boy who is looking at the caution tape and wants so badly to see whats lies beyond, but doesn't want to be caught.  I went there, I took my scissors and I cut the tape that blocks you off to my mind.  I felt the storm and the rage of emotions that raced over me as the tape was cut, but I don't regret it. Now I can't get you off of my mind, but it is okay because I can handle it.  People now notice that little light in my eyes that you bring to me. Thank you.
Now I will always be thinking about you. Thinking about you, and thinking about you, and thinking about you.

The best bad idea

I have a question for my fellow bloggers out there. What does the following Phrase mean:  "This is the best bad idea we have ever had."  does this mean it is the absolute worst idea or is it a bad idea just not that bad at all? I don't know what it means and I don't even know if this post makes sense. If you have an answer to this question please leave a comment.

I am your BIGGEST fear

You are the thing I am worried about when I go to bed.

I worry about you when I look in the mirror.

You make me close my eyes, plug my ears, and cover my head.

You are the doodle on my home work that isn't quite clear.

No one can see you but I know your there,

You always are, and always will be.

Why is it that you make life unfair.

You are the name they call me,

And I can't stand it.

Try it

Earlier this evening I did something awesome that I had never done before.  The adrenaline that was rushing through me was unreal.  Those moments we have when our hearts are pounding in our ears, our breathing becomes quick, and it is just amazing.  Often times I think that we get to used to every day life that we fall into boring old habits where we don't do anything new.  I challenge you to do something new this week, even if it is something really small.  Try to step out of your habits and comfort zone and give something a try and see what happens.

Love (what is it)

Love is the never ending mystery of life that drives all forces.  No one can describe it, they have be trying for centuries to find out its true meaning, but you can't.   Why is it that every thing in this world has to have meaning.  I personally think that we need to not worry so much on the definition of something but on the experience.  We take away from the joy of it because we feel that we need to describe it. Don't!  Let the feelings wash over you and enjoy them, relish them.  Love is simply indescribable so leave it to the "Profesionals" to find a definition.

Humans

Humans destroy things. Aliens destroy all humans.  Whatever you want to think, I don't really care.  Humans are to worry some.  we worry about what others think. we worry about how our hair looks. how we dress. how to get a girl to like you. whether you smell bad or smell like fruity perfume.  Humans worry to much.  Other animals in this world don't give a crap if they smell like crap, or if there hair is standing up on end.  why is it that we worry so much? Beats me.  I think that for a whole day we need to just take a chill pill, sit back and relax.  everyone is so up tight and bent out of shape on being on time, me included, but who cares if we are on time. if we are late to a meeting, oh well that's life. bury it and move on. life happens and we need to let it, not try to control it.

Help

Today I am starving.  Or so it seems.  My stomach is growling and rumbling, it feels as if it is empty, and I think that it could be digesting itself for a lack of any other substance.  It is only ten thirty and it feels as if time has slowed to an impossible, crawling pace.  I am a prisoner trapped in this dungeon, the dungeon of school.  If only I could get out of this place, Oh the things I could accomplish.  All the many things I can dream of doing one day and yet, I will probably just go home and sit on my couch.  Yes, the wonderful invention of the couch, but do not worry because I am not completely lazy.  It is often times difficult for my brain to think of things to do to get me off the couch, even if the world is full of things that anyone could do.  So, how about it, do you have any ideas of activities that I could do?