I dont want my balloon to fly so high, that when it bursts, i die from hitting the ground. Or should i let it fly so extremely high and just pack a parachute ( Read more... )

x: name = Jake Sebastian Champlain ( Read more... )

I had a great idea. I was going to tell the world how i felt. But the more i thought about, the less i knew how i felt. I am single again. Save me ( Read more... )

Ok. I am giving into temptation. Lets be honest here. Here is goes. I am writing about 15 people, and i am not going to tell you who anyone is.. ever. It might be a shock what i have to say ( Read more... )

The salty waters wash over my head. Totally submerged, I try hard to reach to the top for a last gasp of air. Unfortunately, the current begins to sweep me under. In a last desperate attempt I reach toward the surface. The icy waters numb my body. My frozen hand breaks the barrier of worlds as it breaches the top of the water. Slowly it falls back ( Read more... )

There was a time, not to long ago when i asked the world : Where is the little boy that used to dance in the feilds and wish he was a butterfly? I came to realize where that boy has gone. through a transmigration, he has evolved. His frollicking became thoughts. His movement became words. His skips became announcements and his twirls became song. ( Read more... )

Is there is ever a real starting point? Seriously. At the start of a race, sure there is a starting point, but doesnt the race start long before that line? The mental preperation. The physical training. So can we ever really trace something back to the start of things? Just something to think about i guess ( Read more... )

Cool azure blue ponds surrounded by milky white sands. Flawless skin branches from the windows of your soul. Manicured eyebrows outline our face of prestige, wealth and power. Soft, smooth, almost buttery hands grace my back wile your warm, tender, delicate lips kiss the nape of my neck. As you lay down on top of me, the warmth emanates from you ( Read more... )

Tragic ( Read more... )

You Don't get it, do you? You run from life, hoping that you dont have to face life's problems. You think you have a sanctuary? More like an insane assylum. You are locked into this false world. You have no perception of what is really going on. More and more each day, your life becomes more and more surrounded by lies and deciet. Your many men can ( Read more... )