Farewell Summer, Farewell!

Summer is finally reaching its end. With it's ending comes the new beginning of something. Not only for me but for other people as well. But the things that I'll miss most is; laying awake outside on the concrete, listening to the sweet melodies of the crickets as the fireflies dance about my face, and the aroma of the wild flowers. And the summer rain, which are my favorite. Dancing in the yard, bare foot and carefree. Not worrying about my surroundings or if anyone was watching. But I doubt anyone was, but I'm pretty sure the cat's thought I was loosing every bit of sanity I had left.

I keep thinking of ways to start out the new school year, how it will go and what will happen. I keep getting even more excited about it, often I find myself being not able to sleep at nights. Going outside in the dark, laying in my usual spot under the willow tree in the back yard writing away in my journal. And hopping all my worries are written away, and soon forgotten. My mother said it's the curse of being free spirited. But I have to wonder what that has to do with anything? Then she quickly reassures me that I'll find out when I'm older or at a later time. Sometimes I wish this lady would make up her mind, I don't want to know later, I want to know now. I want to devour any knowledge I could possibly get my hands on.

I'm going to concur the world, or at least I could try. As of right now this head-splitting, body-shaking headache is what is concurring me at the moment. So for now, I think I'll stop here at this pointless entry, watch a few sad love movies, and listen to more old folk songs as I drift off into sleeping land.

It's called LIFE.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.....

Life seems to push you in different directions, it's like an emotional roller coaster. One minute every things seems fine, then life throws you right back on for another rough ride. The cars jump on the railing, your hands grip the safty bar that holds you in. It's all so scary yet, it's going well at the same time. It's times like these that makes me wonder how people tick, what keeps them going. But it's the mystery that surrounds people that keeps everyone seconed guessing everything....

It's called L I F E it's only simple if you make it simple, it's only hard if you make it hard. Someone once said to me "I have the world at my finger tips, but the world seems too slippery to grasp onto." I think people have to be a little more open, and not be so blind. You have just to believe in in yourself.