Creating what? What do you do with a wreck. You have to clean it up. My mind is a wreck. My life, a wreck. No one know this, but I do. I feel like no one sees the car crash inside my mind.

Something few people understand.

I can’t seem to get a handle on anything now adays. I try and grasp my school work, cling and hold on to my relationship, and slip on my money, but eventually I drop one or more things. It was so much simpler as a kid. Life seems to complicate things, more things seem to boil up and take the place of what ever was there last.

Take a step back, get a grip, and wize up. Welcome to being normal.

It’s the color. The color of her eyes that makes me think that everything will work out. The deep greens calm my soul, the blues make her adventurous, and the hidden browns bind us together. It is not the fact that she has them, but her power is in her use.

Or the way the wind blows warmth across the trees and leaves fall soft across your vision and you know everything is going to be okay.
Or when you expect the outside to be chilly and you step out of the door and the sun warms your skin like it is the first time.

     The colors that strike your eyes like lightning blots, brings all things life to a front stage with a bright light, strikes deep into the soul.

It is the power of art that turns the world, makes the world safe or not seem chaotic.
It is easy to say something is this way or that way, but to think of something our of it’s realm the harder it becomes to see it for what it was.

     The flash of light deep inside one’s soul with a which all things beautiful sit, the heart lays, soaking in everything that makes life worth living.

The only well to tell that you are who you are anymore is to tear you heart out, and stomp on it in front of someone. They will then know that you are in fact crazy.

True friends buy you Mc Donald’s.

Life can throw curve balls, but you can always catch them and whip that fucking ball at its face.

A first step is all you need to start a journey. But an idea can take you where ever you want to go.

And so it seems. The time in life that is called adulthood has started, so now what? You take a deep breath and realize that you are not ready. No one ever is, it just gets handed over to you and you have to do with what you get; “life hands you lemons and you make lemonade.” But it’s really not that easy is it?

It doesn’t come in waves, it’s more of a monsoon, a tidal wave if you will. It splashes down on you. What are you supposed to do now? Swim and make it to land or a building and make due, or do you let the surf take you and sink. You can’t give up, life will always be there pushing it back in your face.

So what do I do now? Where can my path go from here? I have no idea; life is more like a movie. Things happen, and you just get to sit and watch. Or maybe it’s more like a play, where, “all the world is a stage” and you only get a few lines here and there, get to have some stage direction. Fade into the background every once and a while, have fake small talk, ect.

~If you have your head in the clouds then you will stumble where your feet land, but if you keep your eyes on the ground you miss all the beauties if you were to be looking up. Find a happy medium.

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