Life, and Death.

The other day, I heard an interesting concept.

We die.

One day, we're all gonna die. So, why is everyone so timid?
One day, we're all gonna die.
So, starting today what am I going to do?

Live.

Life is a beautiful thing. There's so much to do, so many things to see, so many people to meet.
And yet, most of the world is stuck in their little cubicle staring at a computer screen playing solitare.
Then one day, they're going to have a super bad day. It'll be snowing.. no raining outside and on the commute home they're going to get an a car accident, and then...
they're dead. Gone forever.

So, who knows? Death could be at my own doorstep. I never realized this, but I could die on my way home from school. A simple 2.2 miles, I've driven over 1,000 times.

I don't want to die today. I didn't even get to hug my mom goodnight, it was a simple 'Goodnight mom, love you' from 20 feet away then I crawled back to the basement. I never want to miss another night, I love you, mom.

If I did die tomorrow, I know that I'ld die happy. I would like to think that people would miss me, but who knows? I never want to miss another opportunity again. An opportunity to help, to love, to simply say hi. Life seems to fly by way too fast, and can be taken away all too easy.
So, "pray about everything, worry about nothing".
You'll be good, just live without regret.
Learn from the past, and don't hold onto it, too tightly.

Not now.

I walk alone.
This is all I seem to know.
Countless steps I've taken.
Down this godforsaken road.

I walk alone. The wind is bursting, the rain isn't just falling, but pouring.

I hang my head, just to walk alone.

All,
alone.

Walking, taking each step
like I've never done this before.
On my feet, is a road
and on the road, is me.

Peering, I see people.
All huddled together,
breathing as one.
Faces blank.

My sopping mop covers my eyes,
as their eyes stare at mine.
Diappointment is all they see of me.
But they dont know my side of the story. 

Buildings are broken, windows shattered.
Cars - torched.
Not a thing in sight that is worth a dime.

Why keep going?
Because maybe, just maybe.
She'll call.

The same scene flashes in front of me -
I fall upon one knee,
gaze up in her eyes,
pop the question,
pull out the ring,
and just like a hammer hitting a nail,
I got put in the ground.

I walk alone.
I walk alone.

The world goes dark, as my eyes shut.
I keep walking, it's all I know now.

I walk alone.
I walk alone.

I'm Thinking About You.

As I stare at this blank piece of paper before me,
the only thing I really want to see -
Is the sight of you in my eye,
because my mind just won't justify.

I'm thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like crazy,
like Jamaican ladies think about braiding,
or skaters think about skating,
like the sun thinks of the sky,
or every penguins desire to fly.

I'm thinking about you like hammers think of nails,
or skates think of rails.
I'm thinking of you like birds think of worms
or a lawer about his firm.
I'm thinking of you like the desert thinks of rain,
or the insane think about being sane.

I'm thinking about you like a square wishes it could be a circle.

I'm thining of you like pens think about paper,
and people think about paper.
And I don't want to stop writing this paper,
because I'm thinking of you.

I'm thinking of you like rock thinks of roll,
like Mary Kate thinks of Ashley.
I'm thinking of you like kids think of summer,
or cops think of robbers.

I'm thinking of you like summer thinks of winter,
or boats think of hoes.
I'm thinking of you like shampoo thinks of conditioner,
or ears think of... being a good listener.

I'm thinking about you like you wouldn't believe,
now my question is...

Are you thinking of me?

Love is...

Love is a gamble. Love is a secret. Love is a bottomless drink. Love is an spending all of your time. Love is a fat kid lusting for cake. Love is a day skiing. Love is when you were five, without a care in the world. Love is a box with no expiration date. Love is a roller coaster. Love is that person who keeps coming to mind while I'm writing this post. Love is a clock. Love is just a game with no winner or loser, just a desire to keep playing. Love is Friday (everyone can't wait for it, but once it gets there, you don't know what to do with it). Love is 'my drug.' Love is the reason why we live, die, and do stupid things. "Love is the answer to most of the questions in my heart" - Jack Johnson. Love is a box of chocolates. Love is a Disney movie. Love is a fight. Love is underrated. Love, is love.

- Love is the word which can be described but never DEFINED.
- Love, a crazy, stupid, simple, four letter word.
- "Love is a green stop sign. Love is trying to learn colors in the dark." - K. Nelson