B.S.

I would give anything just to see those colors flash before my eyes again, like they did that one night in the grass. I would give my whole life just to see you trip and fall again, because that made everything so silly that day, even though it wasn't meant to be. I hope with everything that one day I could get a piggy back ride from you somewhere up in the sky, we could bounce from cloud to cloud just stirring up trouble. I dream that one day we'll all come together in unison and just throw the towel in together and just forget about all the people that tried fucking it up for us. I hope we all realize, that nobody can tell us what to do or where to go or who to see, but only we can control that. We control our emotions and the things we choose to see and hear and smell. If you don't want to see it, pretend you're blind. If you don't want to hear it, cover your ears and scream at the top of your lungs. And if you don't want to smell it, cover your nose or dig your face into somebody's good smelling hair. I hope one day, we can all just sit at the table and color. Some people will decide to color in the lines and others will attack the paper with multiple colors and have no problems with it. It should be like this one day, it would make everything worth the while, worth the wait of life.

Y'know, in the middle of writing this big paragraph I've been thinking up for a while now.. I just thought of death. Every time I think of death I think of a dried up desert and a tumbleweed. I've been thinking of it a lot lately and it gives me chills, not the good ones, the ones that feel like scorpions stinging away at your skin.