:Never- never- land:

they say it's time to grow up...

no, i don't know who 'they' are either

but I have a feeling they don't have a sense of humor

or ever laugh until their sides hurt

they used to though

back then,

when they were childlike

but then bad things happened

and they became cynical

their smiles dropping off from their faces all together...

for life!

they will die like that:

hard,

wrinkly dried up prunes,

unless they remember rainbows and sunsets

the potential for a dandelion to be a flower

or the joy that comes from rain drops...

the way sunlight bounces off

and plays with everything that it touches

or how a cloudy day is full of opportunities.

poor wretched souls.

they...

they are captives without imagination,

stuck in a fading 'reality' that will die with them

or worse,

it will die before them

and then...

then they will be truly lost.

let us never become like them.

Only dogs can hear...

The door closed. So I walked away.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't slightly relieved.

It is one of those things.

It is dark...

Or maybe it is too bright...

Either way I cannot see.

I can't seem to open my eyes.

I can't seem to come out of this dream.

Can a bird fly again whose wings have been cut?

I'm told they can.

In time they can.

Train Wrecks...

are not pretty.

they are messy and devastating.

they are chaotic.

sometimes incomprehensible.

in the jungle

sometimes I can't breath

i can't breath so i write

i can't say that what i write makes any sense

but i just do it anyways

a friend calls this feeling,

'an elephant sitting on my chest'

let's see...

Nights are getting longer

I wonder if anyone has noticed

...

I don't think they have...

the best is yet to come ;)

truth...

...things don't always go as planned...

Chocolate from another Planet

I had a Mars bar last night. It was quite good. Mars bars are infinitely better than Milky Ways. It was a bitter sweet decision since I know I won't be having another one in a really long time, still I was glad I ate it. I've had this Mars bar for almost a year (I know, it sounds gross and I was hesitant at first but it tasted exactly as it should & I didn't get a tummy ache so I guess chocolate bars have a longer life span than any of us is willing to reflect upon). I don't really know the origin of this Mars bar, someone must have given it to me (I don't usually by candy, specially chocolate bars) but why and in what context my brain cannot recall. As I was finishing it I felt it symbolized the end of an era. Its presence in my room reminded me of where I've been and where I wanted to be but now it seems I must put all that wanting aside and move on to other things, so I ate it. To my surprise I was happy to do so, what is the point of holding on to something if you can't enjoy it? I ate it and I thought of all the happy times, all the difficult times, all the waiting, laughter and giggles; and when it was over I was content.

A colorful whirlwind

I am excited and I don't know why.

Emotions have been a bit of a roller coaster now and again.

Delightful and frightful seem to be the two current ends of the spectrum.

Going, coming, staying... up, down, sideways... what is going on?!

It seems nothing is going on.

It seems this is just what they call life.

The simply complicated organism that is the timeline of our existence.

How odd.