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<center>i know, i know. its been forever. but i havent had anything to post. *shrugs* not much i can do about that. my life is boring. today i am out of school. it was suppost to be parent-teacher confrenses, but my parents, luckily, missed it. as you can prolly guess, my grades arent the best. i guess i jus don have any motivation. i know all that bullshit about how it will affect me in future years an blah blah blah.. but oh well. they'll have to get over it.
speaking of future years, i bothered to type out my dream. i was telling zads kitty about it, and he said i should post it, because it was pretty. it kinda sucks though, cause i wrote it off the top of my head. not that anyone reads my journal anyway. i'm gonna post all my mini story-starters an stuff on different pages, or maybe this one. you'll figure it out soon enough anyway. </center>
people think i am crazy, but i wanna spend my life like in the books..
having with me a good companion, a backpack, and a few other things, and going town to town, poor
i want to see the mountains and stand small beside them, awed by their massive, snowy peaks miles above us, peircing through the heavens. i want to see the rolling flatlands, seeing as the wind dances among the endless sea of grass, rolling on beyond the horizon, treeless and gentle. i wish to taste the ocean air, and to watch the dolphens from the edge of a mighty boat as we sail on, racing with the soaring clouds. to visit the dangerous and exotic forests, untouched by the greedy and destructive hands of men, veiw life as it was before we came, the earth as young. and beside me to stand someone who cares as much as i.
each day should be different. in my world, it is the greatest sin to wait, to live in one place for too long. there is so much to see and do, yet our life is draining away, and it scares me that i may never get to live it. to be what i can, to see, hear, taste, smell, experience all we have to offer.
each day my heart aches as i stare out the window of my class room, looking beyond the streets and buildings, past the cars as they drive by, where the road leads on endless, becoming. my heart and soul yearn to follow those paths, whereever they may lead, and to live. to truely live.
 Silver_Flame118 · Sat Mar 19, 2005 @ 02:51am · 0 Comments |
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