The New Year.

I am a twenty year old college student. I work full time and attend school full time. I struggle with all relationships that I come accross. I don't know how to speak to people nor do i know how to act around people. I'm like a child in a room full of adults. I'm hoping with the new year to make more friends and expand my knowledge of people. I want to feel more accomplished with the things do and the decisions i make. So 2011 has officially began for, wish me luck..

'The Unbearable Lightness of Being'

'Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.'
-William Shakespeare


We see nothing of substance until perhaps it is too late, we live our life wanting everything faster and easier.
we act upon the stage of life, being petentious and loving the applause.
But unless your performance is memorable, you are quickly and easily forgotten.

No one is anymore important then the other.
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My story is told by a fool,
while it's being told it sounds good, full of passion, full of excitement, but once the words are uttered there isn't much too it.

I hope that will change, i hope to amaze and change the people around me.
I will not let things pass by without notice or let a being into my life without learning something.
I will not be quickly or easliy forgotten nor will a fool tell my story...

The sound of a clock.

Time has past.

Things have happened and people have changed.

I'm still a horrible writer with horrible grammar.

Hopefully this time i can keep up with this thing.

It's a personal challenge of mine.

Goodbye for now.

I'll be on again soon.

Mrs. Window

Mrs. Window is her name.
She doesn't know who she is nor who she wants to be.
She daydreams of more interesting things.
Chase's men she can't get.
Related to runaway mothers and dysfunctional fathers.

To her, life is something you have to make the best of.
Mrs. Window, turns down every opportunity afraid a better one will come by.

Spontaneous adventures are hard to come by now a days.
So she sits and waits. Wondering when things will move along or who will decide to come along.
When she's sad she smiles, so people down close the blinds.

When rocks are thrown, she breaks. But she is fix by the next morning keeping the cold out.
When she is scared she hides behind curtains and when she is happy, the sun will shine through.

All depends on the weather.


[sorry, this doesn't make much sense. It's kinda just me rambling.]

I'm my own muse.

I'm not amazing.
I'm not anything special.
I look at myself today and wonder if I'll be the same person tomorrow.
I wonder if I'll become "extraordinary."

I am content with who i am...

But have you ever imagined how things would be?
What you could do and who you would inspire?
To be influential?

I don't believe it's something you can learn to be or work towards.
I believe a person is born this way.

Maybe I'm just waiting to grow into it.
Like millions of others.

Place.

We look all around trying to find our place.
Back and forth, side to side.
Never really finding our way.
Confused, we jump sidewalks hoping to land softly.
Worried, we pile make-up on our face hoping to be noticed.
Finding that niche no one can see is harder then you thought.
All that wasted energy on fake conversations and hopeful glances.
When in the end : Sidewalks, make-up, and niche's...won't matter.
You'll just be mad that you wasted your time.