shikamarou

What if one day you decide to turn? What will you turn into? Will you turn into something you wanted to be? What if you did? What if you find yourself in a completely different situation? What if you became enlightened by that situation? Would it make a difference?
But, what if we turn into something we used to hate? What happens then? What happens when we doublecross ourselves and forget how much it hurt to see others in the situation we are in? What if we only think we were adapting, but really just staying in one spot running circles?

On top of that, what happens when people start assuming things and don't bother to figure out what's going on? Why do people start things and never follow through with them? Would anyone be willing to betray themselves for the sake of fitting in or being liked by someone? Why is this ridiculous and stupid question such a commonly pondered subject?

I'll tell you what. I'll make y'all a deal...If you take me as I am, I promise to grow and mature without turning on myself, or on any of you. And if you feel like I'm wrong, I won't tell you off, I'll just mention that I've already proven myself, shake your hand, wish you well, step down, and walk away peacefully. I think I'm getting used to that. We'll see how many times I have to turn.

lost my phone.

Lame lame lame lame!!

It's kind of a wilderness feeling. Though I have my computer, I can't readily communicate when I want or need. Kind of...disconnected.

Oh well, I'll get anotherone soon. Maybe one that with service that works outside of Orlando.

When something is gained, something is lost. It's impossible to live without facing that fact. And what is lost may never return. Important things, irreplaceable things. The things necessary to protect those things.The firm determination is packed into words like a bullet. We know. We know that nothing will begin unless we speak, that nothing will change unless we move.
Of course, people who sin say this: That they had to, to survive. And people who sin say this: That it's too late to stop. The shadow called Sin dogs them steadily without a word. Remorse and agony are repeated, to finally end up at despair. But sinners don't know...that if they would just turn around, there is a light. A light which keeps shining on them ever so warmly. And if they would just speak, and if they would just move, they may be engulfed by that light completely and be at peace again.

If I've gone overboard then I'm beggin' you to forgive me, love, in my haste.
But I'm still holding you up so close to me, and I remember when you used to
Crash Into me, yeah.
Darlin' and I crashed into you.
Like a boy's dream...

So what now, do I forget my dreams? Did I get hit so hard? Was the cut that deep? To hell with that. I got my dreams, I'll see them through. You can't stop me. You can't even quit me. But is there hope in you for me? Is there no corner you could squeeze me, coz I got all the time for you love...Come with me, we'll dream together, just you and me doing what seems like wasting time. Letting the hours roll by, doing nothing for the fun. It's what it seems, but then again, isn't that how people grow together?

And isn't that what you wanted? To grow together? To learn from each other? I guess right now it only does seem like a dream. But it's what I do best that you should have focused on. And what is that? I make my dreams come true.

So, I'm up. It was a hard blow. It was a deep cut. The rewards in life wouldn't be worth a hill of beans without the struggle. What value would anything be? I'm glad I'm getting shit thrown in my path. I'm glad debris is falling on my head. I'm glad I tripped. I'm glad I scraped myself up. Because when I got up I saw an opening in the midst of all that thick tar rain. It's coming. That day is coming. Wait for it, because I still am.

When it get's here, I won't say I told you so. I'll just gaze into your moonlit eyes and kiss you good night, until the next day comes and we become what we were meant for.

It's a good feeling to return home to something. Even if it's a little different than what you remember it to be. There certainly are some odd moments when you get back. Things that you're used to may now be moved around or changed completely. But still, when you left, whether knowingly or unconsciously, you knew they would change. Your only hope is to adapt and change. Just make sure that, through your own change you don't contradict your own ideals.

What you think is not who you are. It does not make you who you are. Who you are and what makes you who you are is what you do with what you think and what is in your mind.

Happiness is an easy thing to share. Sadness, confsion, anger. Those are the dark shadows we all tend to hide, deny, put away. Why would you not try to get rid of thoughts that haunt us? Why do we bottle them up? It is because we think we are so strong. If only we realized that, no matter how strong, your weakest point determines your how strongly you fall.

So, should we expose ourselves to the world? It seems the popular thing to do. But I suggest being careful about what we are exposing. If we expose too much to the world, what will be left for the one special person whom we were meant to expose ourselves to?

All I am saying is, be who you are because of what you do with what you think. Get it?

She's the one with eyes that shimmer like moonlight accross a midnight river. If she'd let me, I would dive in deep into her waters, breathing in only what she would give to me. Her smile, so bright, lights my path through her shimmering eyes. If only I knew who she was.