colomgringo
I woke up hungry this morning. Damn, I don't have any milk. How am I supposed to eat my cereal. I brought it all the way from San Diego to Tokyo. Maybe I could use water. Has anyone ever tried that? How about mango juice? It probably tastes like shit and that's why nobody has ever tried it. If I had only gone to the supermarket.
Haunt. It reminds me of my dream except it doesn't. Murders, and death. How did it start? What was the curse? How did the evil entity come back? It's not a coincidence that this word appeared on my screen. Synchronicity, it's everywhere if you know how to look. Now, the fact I can't remember haunts me. Will I remember? Time will tell.
There are a variety of legions that I can think about. The only legion that matters to me is my legion of friends for they are always by my side, brothers in arms, ready to battle.
It's raining today. When I was a child a day like this was a nightmare for my mother. On the way home I was on a seek and destroy mission. No puddle in my path was safe; neither were my clothes or shoes. To this day I secretly want to jump in puddles on my way home, but at 28 I really shouldn't, or should I?
I once was asked to sign a petition. I refused. Why? No reason, I couldn't be bothered. Maybe I felt that it was a waste a time, maybe I felt that I was being a hypocrite by signing. I should have signed the petition.
It was tough growing up in different cultures. I always felt dismissed by the half of me that wasn't represented at the current place where I found myself to be. I've learned to be more open minded, and that's something I've tried to take with me on my travels around the world.