justdontforgetme
Liberty is something worth fighting for - isnt' that what this country was built upon? Isn't that our ideal?
Today's society manages to break my heart all the time with all the atrocities that happen even within the boundaries of these 50 states. I hate being disillusioned, but this liberty.... How long will it last us, really? How long will we be able to hold on?
Stunning. What other word would I use to describe you? You amaze me all the time, you disprove all of my assumptions, all of my generalizations. You... wow. There isn't anything else to say, really. You constantly surprise me, and I just don't know what to say to you sometimes. And that's a good thing, because... I'm not sure. Because you're just that stunning.
Rules. Why can't I just break them all?
Who says we have to live this far from each other? Who says you have to go to school down there? Who says I have to go to schools up here?
All these rules, rules of conduct, of the world in general. I hate them. I hate that they keep me from you, I hate that there are so many things in the day that I have to get done, I hate having to abide by these rules.
Where is my rule? My rule that you can't be far from me?
Elastic stretches and stretches and stretches. Like I do. But it has a breaking point, right? I must have one too. I don't know.
Haha lately I've just been spreading myself really thinly on everything everyone I have to cater to. And I don't know how long I can keep it up. I only come to oneword to somehow let it all out, anyway.
Lightning hit me the moment I saw his face.
It was like I'd been blind before this moment. It was like finally my eyes had been opened. It was the most amazing moment of my life so far, and probably for the first time I knew. I knew what it was like to be in love. To be irrevocably someone's in your heart.
Plaid.
His plaid shirt fluttering in the wind. I remember he used to always wear a plaid short-sleeved button up over whatever t-shirt he was wearing that day. And his shorts and airwalk shoes. Always the same style of outfit, day in day out.
I miss knowing him that well, but I guess even best friends must say good bye.
Plaid
I waver between loving you and hating you. I waver between walking away and standing here, waiting, forever. I stand and waver, indecisive, about what precisely we are, about what precisely I want. I waver between darkness and light. Love and freedom, happiness and sorry. I waver between doing what is good for me, and what I want for me. What I want is you, what is good for me is not.
Bees. Bees should not be able to fly. But they do it. You know why? Because they don't let anyone define their limits for them. And neither should I. And neither should you.
I'm through. I know my limits, but I'm not letting anyone else tell me what they are. I'm going to expand them and have fun while I'm doing it.
I'm going to be a bee.
The wind blew, and my hair was swept a long, as the great gusts pummeled the seaside. I was looking out over the harbor, waiting for him to come home. I looked up. Those clouds looked menacing. I was scared.
What if tonight he wouldn't come home? What if tonight was the night I lost him? The clouds drew nearer and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, except stand in the bracing wind and wait.