silence is a pain in the [insert body part]

this textbox it must be sick of me I stare, and I stare and then I say: NOTHING

over the pavement and through the slums, completed?

I suppose should have I told you this sooner; what happened to me after you told me to leave. But I’m getting ahead of myself. The thing that really needs to be said is “thanks.” Without you, I’d still be sitting in our slums living a sad, gray life with all of the other sad, gray people. (To this day I still abhor the color gray.) I was afraid to try, I was afraid to fail, and more than anything – I was afraid of you. You were my image of fear, my monster. Not such a flattering statement, I know. You can’t deny that you do look a bit like the Big Bad Wolf though. But I digress, after my journey I realized you weren’t my monster after all. You were the Robin to my Batman – the sidekick to my superhero. Although I traveled alone, without you, I would have never left and had I never left, fear, the true monster, would still be my master. But thanks to you, I was able to see to it that the invisible dream-eater was destroyed.

That night as I walked through the sad and lonely streets of our town, I thought I saw you. You were sitting in a corner in front of the liquor store, sipping from a bottle of Jack Daniels. Even with a black hood pulled over your head and only your yellow-green eyes showing, I knew at once it was you. (Your eyes have always had a way of looking through me and making me feel cold.) I shivered and walked up to you and you told me to turn my back and run from this place before it killed me and to never look back once I got where I was going. I told you I wasn't much of an athlete and you said it didn't matter. I had to go. So I took off running, my feet pounding against mile after mile of pavement, my muscles aching with the struggle. Running past the homeless, speeding past crack-houses, tearing past mothers who cried for their dead children, and children who cried for their jailed mothers. Even though my mind raced, my heart cried out, and my body throbbed, and my lungs were raw, I did what you told me. I kept running until I was out of the slums. I stopped and placed my hands upon my knees and stared at the ground beneath my feet as I caught my breath. When I looked up, what I saw made my heart skip a beat.

I was standing at the edge of eternity and it was a long way down.

I inhaled and stepped to the edge, sending several rocks plummeting. It was a full minute before I heard them find their resting place. There was nothing I wanted to do more than turn around and run nonstop back to the familiar slums. This was just too much for me. But then you came to mind. I knew I'd catch hell from you if I showed up there again. I knew I didn't want to go back there any more than you wanted me to come back. That did nothing to keep the contents of my stomach from vacating my body. After my brief illness, I settled into a state of enlightenment. My only choice was to shed my fear and plummet into the vast unknown of the world below. It was my one and only option, so it wasn't so much of a choice. I took three deep breaths and let them go one after the other: one was for strength, one was for stability, and one was for good measure.

As I cautiously toed the line between the here and now and the there and then, I cursed you under my breath. Even as I defamed your name in this fear-filled moment, I loved you more than ever. I would have never made it here on my own. Even though I knew I needed this.

I threw my body to the winds and fell like a limp rag doll.

As I sped toward the ground my mind raced. This was it. I was going down. Some escape from the mundane. Last time I take anyone else’s advice. Hah, last time for anything really it seemed. But suddenly, my thoughts subsided and I was engulfed in peace. The whole fall – it was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Every dream I'd ever dreamt, ever I thought I'd ever thought, every wish I'd ever made, they were all here swirling around me and engulfing my being as my world changed from grayscale to Technicolor. The air whooshed past me as I fell...up? I wasn't falling down at all! I was ascending! All my dreams, hopes, and breakthroughs -- they were carrying me up, up, up, and away from here. I didn't know where they were taking me, but I closed my eyes, threw caution to the wind, and enjoyed the ride.

I found my place. I lost my fear. The best part of this all was by far getting rid of that retched color gray. Fear? It is no more, at least not for me. I kissed my monster goodbye and left him standing at the edge of eternity. I started my life anew. I became something. All of this because of you, my hero.

would you like a mop with that 3.0?

No sleeping! No slacking! No fun! no sleeping? no slacking? no fun? Never! Fine. No future. Yikes! No sleeping! No slacking! No fun!

with a lick & a stamp, my future is sealed

today, in a hurry I signed away my future to the gods at the admissions office make haste postal worker! make haste! February in all it's snow and pink & red-hearted glory can't come soon enough

Fairly Accurate I suppose

You are a Social Moderate (50% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (38% permissive) You are best described as a: Centrist Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid

put this in your pipe and smoke it Frosty

I am standing frozen, watching over this crystalline palace. The air is frigid, leaving my body numb. The longer I wait the less I feel. Flakes accumulate on my lashes and I bat them away. The winds pick up and the temperatures go down. As the snow falls harder, I shiver and stare through the haze. This all belongs to me. and I belong to all of it.

once upon a memory

I remember how brightly the sun shone. Now I know the eerily calm glow of the moon. I remember being blind to responsibility. Now the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders. I remember fear and pain. Now all I know is hope and strength. I remember when I wanted more of you than I could have. Now I have contentment. I remember all these things, but all that matters is the here & now.

I can't control my monster

I'm standing in my own shadow. I suppose I should explain that because unless you're smarter than I give you credit for, then you're probably sitting there, scratching your perfectly-conditioned scalp with a look of confusion on your foundation-covered face. I could look at this from a deep humanistic point of view, or perhaps I could go the scientific root and do the whole "blame genetics" thing, but I won't. Got keep your audience in mind, right? You're pretty dumb, so I'll keep this simple, very simple. I don't like getting hurt. I hate not living up to other people's expectations of me. Both of those things are pretty damn hard to avoid so me being my wonderfully resourceful self, I created an alter ego. A fast-talking, all-knowing, pretentious, condescending, alter ego. Just to, you know, keep me safe and all that jazz. My other self, it kept my inside in and the outside out, just the way I wanted it to. Like all other sesons, the season of the alter ego drew to an end. I didn't need protection from the harsh and unforgiving world; I wasn't so fragile anymore. I was eager for my ego to get lost. But it wasn't ready to leave and it's still here and so am I -- just waiting to step out of my own shadow. Got it? Good. Don't got it? Well, I guess you really freakin' suck, huh?

in the blue bin by the curb

This pain is a papercut: it's stings like a bitch, but it doesn't really matter. As for you? A worthless sheet of paper. I can't wait until recycling day. I'll be done with you and this burden.

harder, faster, stronger

There are two types of masochists in this world: those who like pain, and those who take 4 or more AP classes. I'm the latter.