Eyes

They say eyes are like windows into your soul. Eyes expose the part of you that you hide away from the rest of the world. Eyes can let people in, and eyes can block people out. Eyes accede to light, but also to darkness.

Eyes can give away all your secrets, so you'd better watch out.

I dare you to look me in the eyes
That's where the deepest part of me resides
And I'm not the monster they made me out to be
So judge not on what you hear, but what you see
And don't walk away.

I see your footsteps in the sand
I can change, if you would only understand
What it's like to be me
I'm captive and free
Surrounded and alone
Please don't walk away.

On Growing Up

I don't want to grow up.

I don't want to grow up, I don't want to be mature, and I really don't want things to change anymore. I'm tired of things changing, so from now on, they're not allowed to. Things are just going to have to stay the same, and if Things have an issue with that, Things can suck it up!

No, I do want to grow up, to evolve, to become a new creation. But lately I'm kind of feeling like I don't know how. Like, I'm not ready to or I'm going to mess it up. How is anyone ever actially ready to grow up? Who decides that anyway? I don't know. I don't understand, and maybe this time that's okay? I mean, I'm used to not getting math, or bio, or chemistry or whatever, but life? I've always been pretty good at getting life. I sort of wish life had an answer key, because that would make it so much easier to understand.

Ecclesiastes 3 states: 'There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. God has made everything beautiful in it's time.'

Maybe growing up isn't something you can sort out or plan, maybe growing up just happens. In it's own time. Maybe my life doesn't have to be laid out step by step. Maybe I just have to be patient.

I never was good at patience.

Sleep

Rest, my dear
Surround yourself with the peaceful sounds of the night
Disappear into the wonderful world of Maybe
Let your weary soul fade
Into beautiful slumber, and dream.

Dream of far away lands
With radiant ponds
And shimmering rainbows
Skies alight with imagination
And delicate flowers in perfect bloom.

Feel the breeze flit through your hair
The sunbeams dance on your shoulder
Close your eyes, butterfly
Let night overcome the day
Let your dreams deliver you to Serenity.

Don't waste Tonight
Because Tomorrow will come in time.

Here Comes The Truck

Deconstruction of the human mind
Losing grip
Lines blurred between Actuality
And Dreams
When Fantasy is better than Reality
Imagination
Dissonance
Alone, in a dark room
Sorrow
Loss
But somehow, understanding
Acceptance
Harmony.

Realism and Perfection Cannot Live In Synch, My Friend

The Boy
The Boy that seems to never care
Nonchalant
Collected
Relaxed
The Boy that lives for the stage
The musician
The artist
The performer
The Boy that has the audience in the palm of his hand
Confident
Brave
Invincible.

He seems invincible
And in some ways he is but
He is still the Boy
Vulnerable
Insecure
Lonely.

My best friend.

I see what he is
What he will become, in time
The Boy
The Boy
The Man.

Observations from the Library

Tick, tick, tick.
No tock?
This clock makes queer noises.
One red chair, and it's brother.
(Because red chairs are always male.)
A student at a table.
Computers.
The new People magazine!
I will read it.

I just lost the Game.
I am ... determined.
Not a quitter.
Someone has texted me and I am hungry.
I want to snack.
I love Munch Mix :)