Tuesday, September 21, 2010
June 14, 2008
Where do you go at the end of each day; where do you run; when you have no place to call home? Life has its moments of suffering and every life will come across that path at some point. Old or young everything isn't always going to be perfect. What do you say when your father tells you he wishes you weren't his child, or that you would just run as far away as possible? I'm speechless half of the time. I sit and stare at a piece of paper, let my mind go into a state of deep thought as I become comfortably numb. I let my mind wonder of great things. Possibly things that I will conquer some day as every hurtful word spoken to me from my dads mouth crashes down my face in a rush of tears. I can't explain the exact feelings forcing through me most days. And people have to wonder why my heart is made of stone and why I don't open up, or for that matter get close to anyone. Tonight it took 35 minutes of being home before every word of resent poured out of his mouth. I didn't raise my voice; I simply just stood there like a lost soul and soaked it all up.
I hate when people think they know who you are and where you come from. No one knows your exact background unless they ask, and they listen. You can look at me and swear you're looking into some crazy colored eyes, when really you're looking into a hopeless romantic who dreams wondrous things, and works harder every day for that piece of happiness; that better day. Bad days vanish in the suns eyes. The sun is my best friend. Call me crazy; call me what you will, but you'll never meet another like me. People remember from years back, and I have no idea who they were, but at some point I touched them. I hope to do that to every person I come in contact with in this life.
I love to dream. Dream big, or go home. Well I don't have a home so my dreams go on for years beyond life. So expect me to work hard always. To put my best into every last thing that stands in my way. I'll always be there if you just ask. I'd bend over backwards for you if I feel some sort of beauty about you. Don't think I'd do it for just anyone. I'm sensitive; I cry often over silly things sometimes. I cry when I start to snort from laughing too hard. It's sexy. Or maybe I'm just a little off my nut. Either way love me or hate me. I am: adventurous, amazing, artistic, beautiful, brilliant, blond, bold, bouncy, crazy, creative, cunning, cute, dashing, ding dong, dying, entertaining, excellent, exciting, fancy, fighter, fine, gorgeous, goony, happy, healthy, high, innocent, kind, likable, limed, lover, motivated, nice, optimistic, polite, pretty, radiant, reality, ridiculous, sensitive, smart, tiny, truthful, voiced, weird, witty, wonderful, young.
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