kiah
Salt makes me think of the sea: where I spend most of my daydreams. I feel less alone when the sea salt air is against my skin and in my hair. Where I can sit all day and it will constantly be the most beautiful place I have ever seen.
I was amused when I was watching a funny show with my grandma. I remember being amused when my parents told me they were getting a divorce. I was amused when I saw a man giving oral pleasure to his lady friend at a bus stop. Amusement, and the way it comes about, is a funny thing.
Lightning's brother.
unhappy.
Sound of Music.
Bedroom.
Sky.
Frightening.
Unexplainable.
Magical.
Over dramatized.
When there's lightning I can't row.
When I can't row, I usually sleep until noon.
When I sleep until noon, I miss half of the day.
When I miss half of the day, I don't get anything done.
When I don't get anything done, I feel like a failure.
Thanks, Lightning.
I think I read somewhere that people write the word "I" more than any other word in the english language.
I think that's strange but actually very understandable. We like to talk about ourselves. Even when we discuss others, we inherently discuss our own problems, happiness, lives.
Here's a poem. (my 60 seconds are up, but I'LL just take my sweet old time)
I'll be yours.
I'll be sweet, and soft and silent.
I'll be here.
I'll be remembered and soon forgotten.
But I'll be yours.
I'll be yours.
yours.
yours.
I want to get on a plane and get out of this city. I swear I'm getting cabin fever in my own home and I didn't think that was possible for me. I just want a ticket to some island or another state even. I just want to leave because I've done everything here.
ROYGBIV is what comes to mind. Which makes me think of physics class last year. I came out of the class with a low B and I was very disappointed in myself. I hate getting bad grades. My school is designed to make us believe that everything but an A is failure. My dad was a math teacher and got two kids who suck at everything left brained. Or is it right? Anyway, it's funny that the word Violet spurred this discussion.
It's also the color of my water bottle which is sitting right next to me. But that's irrelevant.
When I saw this word I didn't know what to write about. I thought about my grandfather who hit my grandmother and she kept his last name. I thought about middle school boys who use fists to hide insecurities while girls use hurtful words which can be just as violent. I thought about TV and how we glorify violence to make money, which also somehow makes it ok for us to put or hands on someone else without consent. I thought about war and how it's only ok for us to kill when a president confirms it. And that's violence within itself, really.
I've always wanted to use a megaphone. To have my voice reign superior to everyone else's. Loud and powerful. Loud and powerful.
I wrote about this already. But now that I think about it, I don't like the idea of trophies. What about the kid that doesn't get 1st, 2nd or 3rd. There is no good feeling that comes from a pat on the back. I'd much rather a shiny trophy. A representation of winning. To sit on my shelf for me to look at when I can't remember why I do anything at all. I didn't get a lot of trophies as a child because I wasn't good at anything. I think we should just get trophies for being alive.
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