Storm

I really like this song.  Its a good one to listen to whenever your down

We've all be sad.  We've all had our "storms."  But there's always light at the end of the tunnel

There's always gonna be that person to help you through it

Even in our darkest times, when it seems like there's no way out of the storm,

there always will be

Don't worry about it

Give it time 

 Time will calm the storm for you

Time will heal the wounds

Yeah the scars might remain

But the scars that remain from a storm you have beaten will only give you strength

you might want to give up

Don't give up

Why?

Why?

What is it?

What is it about you?
Why do I always think of you like my eyes think of the lids covering them? Like how while my eyes think about the lids covering them,
All I can think about is what my eyes see when they're covered... yep they see you.

Every single time my mind wonders, no matter where it starts, it ends with you.
No matter what path my thoughts take,
They ALL lead to you.

So what is it? Why can't I figure out why your always there in my head like bugs are always thinking of the warm light they're swarming?

At least bugs can find another lit lamp to swarm when the lamp they're at turns off.
So why are my thoughts swarming you even though your gone?
Having false hope that you'll come back on and give me the warmth of a bright lamp.
Why can't they just go find another one to swarm?

Why can't I just tell you that your the only thing on my mind?
Am I ever in your thoughts like your're in mine?
Do you think about me like I think about you?
Why isn't there a way to find that out without telling you what my eyes see when they close?
I guess all I can do is hope.

I hope you think about me like cold hands think of warmth.
Warmth of the bright light that you turned off.

Leaving me cold with thoughts about nothing but you.

The End...?

Don't you hate it when your reading an awsome book, watching an amazing movie, watching the finale of your favorite tv series, or listening to a way good song and it ends?

  Sure sometimes the end can be satifying, but not all the time.  You always wish that some how it will never end, but at the same time, Duh! It has to end!  If it went on and on wouldn't it get old?

 So why do we have an empty feeling when something ends.  You sometimes have that hope that there will be a sequel, but when its all over and you know it, you always go looking for more.  If you don't find anything, you watch it again, you read it again, you listen to it again.

But eventually we move on and we're ok and we find something different to keep us happy.

So what happens after the end?

Do they really live happily ever after or does something else happen? Life goes on and nothing ever happens again? Of course they can't keep making movie after movie and book after book but I'm not really talking about that stuff anymore..

Now I'm thinking about US.  What happens at the end? There's gotta be an end right?

We all think we want to live forever but then when you think about it, why would we? Just the same crap over and over?

Do we have a happy ending or do we just die? Is death our happy ending?

Does our life end with some of us having one movie and others having a sequel?

I don't know man but that something to think about.

What I'm Afraid Of

Well I'm scared of a lot of things.  I'm scared of all that general stuff that everyone's scared of, ya know spiders, death, going to prison to be someone's beeeawwwch, driving home at night and forcing yourself not to look in the rearveiw mirror, and like Nelson said, dying and then nothing, its over... but then again we won't exist so we won't be able to think cause we won't be there so we won't feel anything.  It'll just be over... thats messed up.

Oh man I used to be death scared of Chucky the doll.  Watched like ten minutes of it and thought I was screwed.  Felt like that demon doll was always watching me, like he was gonna pop out while I'm taking a shower and cut some important stuff off.  Felt like he was just watching me while I slept, waiting for me to close my eyes and fall asleep so he can stab me with his little doll knife.  Deciding whether or not to open my freakin' eyes to stop him from killing me, or keep them closed because I was so scared of what I might see.






What's up with us? Why do some of us crave fear? I know I do, I guess I can't speak for you but I know some people do.  I mean we watch scary movies we know we'll be disturbed by later, yet we do it.  Why? Adreniline? We go to a haunted house to be freaked out, or so we can have an excuse to hold a hot girl's hand.  But we still crave fear.  We want to sky dive for fear, we want to ride a roller coaster for fear.  It's like the possibility of our itimate death excites us. Ha weird.  Like love, I guess you can say that fear is a drug too.

Love..

Hmm.. Love.  What is love? I don't know if I can say.  I don't know if I've been in love before.  Sure there's the love you have for your family, you mom, dad, brothers and sisters, thats the love I know I have.  Is the love you would have for a wife or husband, girlfriend or boyfriend, the same as love a mother has for a child or you have for your family? Probably not.  I think the love that we're trying to define is the one that I'm not sure on.  I don't think I've felt it.  At least I don't want to say I've felt it because at our age, its scary and I don't think we're old enough to understand what it really is.  But I think that I have come close to it, and the "love" that I've felt is very strange: 
You want it, you feel like you need it. 
You get it.
You lose it. 
You want more. 
When you have it, you don't realize it.
When you lose it, you wish you could've realized it.
When its gone, you wish you could go back and hold it one more time.
When you lost it, you close your eyes and hope you can relive one more time.
If you get one more time, you want one more time.
Your addicted.
When you have it, you feel like you can't be any happier.
When its leaves again, you crash again.
You wake up from dreams of the past and wish you could stay there.
So you look for it again.
You keep looking.
And looking.
Your addicted
Our "Young Love", our immature love.
Its a Drug.

There's a Writer in Everyone

Anyone can write.  Everyone has some kind of fire burning in them, some kind of drive.  Everyone has something to say, even people who seem like they wouldn't or don't have the desire to say what they want.  There are some people who are scared to say what is on their mind and what they are feeling because they are afraid no one will listen to them or that someone will judge them.  Everyone has a right to say what they feel and one of the best ways to do that is writing it down.  So what if someone doesn't agree with it? It's important to you and that's all that matters.  Anyone can write down what they are feeling, and that is the writer in everyone.  The writer in you is everything you are feeling.  You find the writer in you by going to your "Paris" and not just visiting and being a tourist.  You live there, you feel comfortable there and everyone has the opportunity to become comfortable with their own "Paris." 

Even Liam Stallone has a writer in him

Humans

The Human.
The one who feels love.
The one who feels pain.
The one who feels weakness and hunger.
The one who feels curiosity.
Who constantly learns.
Gains strength from thoughts, emotions, ideas.
Makes music and art solely on creativity, emotion and feelings.
The one who fights.
The one who fights for a reason.
The one who fights for their rights.
For their home.
For love.
For their equality.
For their life.
The one who has a reason to be the violent being it is.
Fueled with passion and love.
Armored with its spirit and soul.
Unlike the device or the robot,
You cannot contain this spirit.
This passion, this heart, this soul,
This Human will not let itself be controlled.