gingerjew83
Obsolete. Much like my social life. Meaning its nonexistent of course. But what else can I expect with 9 extracurriculars? And 15 hours of piano a week on that. Its no wonder really, although one does begin to wonder if its healthy to have an obsolete social life... eh, guess I will never fine out.
Bookshelf. My most valued item. The shelf that holds my hopes and dreams. The shelf that holds my second life.
Thirst. The jews felt it for 40 years in the desert. In africa they feel it everyday. Thirst. Perhaps metaphorical thirst. A thirst that comes from within, from your heart. A thirst for friendship. A thirst for love. A thirst for family. A thirst for success. A never ending thirst.
Alumni. My dad is one. My mom is one. I guess you could say I'm one. Not really, I think college means Alumni. My dads an Alumni of Stanford. But no pressure or anything. Not like that's my dream college or anything. But you know, whatever. Alumni. Interesting word to pic oneword.com. Nice choice. Hard to write about. But like I just did! :)
Strength is something I have always had in bushels, in bundles. Strength is something I have kept hidden. In the darkest times. In the darkest most lonely times, I had strength. So I will remain. Strong. No matter what happens. Strength will always be in me. In my heart, my muscles, my bones. Strength.
Galaxy. When I see the word Galaxy I think big. I think of far off people, planets, creatures. Things I can never reach, yet somehow are so close. Metaphorically or Physically? I never know. All I know is the Galaxy is far reaching and something I will never fully explore
Purpose. What is my purpose in life? To help? To learn? To teach? To heal? To hurt? When will I know. When will I learn. When will I find out. Purpose is a complicated thing after all. It takes time. It takes effort. Purpose. What could it be? Professor? Police Officer? Figure skater? Singer? When will I know, who I will be.