Day Dreams

Dreams. Day Dreams. What is the difference? Most of the time daydreams are usually things you think up. Ya know, being the town hero with super powers. Or catching the game winning touchdown in your State Championship Game. But day dreams aren't always happy? Why is that? What makes us think of the sad things that occur in dreams. They have to be down in our hearts somewhere. But what brings them to the surface?

Dreams

Dreams. Good. Bad. Fun. Sad. Disappointing. Eventful. Promising. Exotic. Fun. What are dreams? What is it that makes us go to that place that we all wish was real? They can be whatever we want them to be right? So if we're having dreams of scary and sad things, is that what we want? Or is that our mind playing tricks on us.. What is real. What is fake. The line between reality and fantasy is slowly blurring. In given time, who knows which will be which.

Happyness

When does life get to hard? What makes it so we can't push forward any longer? Who decides our fate? We do. Something was brought to my attention the other day. It was the idea of being the reason for your own happyness. Yes, happYness. The state of being happy. Now I'm not saying other people can't make us happy, or items or songs or books can't make us happy. Because the can. Temporarily. But the purpose is to be happy with yourself and how you are. How i am. It's not easy to do, sometimes those people that make you feel happy can help you find the personal happyness. Who knows. And if you do, please let me know..

The Boy Who Cried Math

Recently it was brought to my attention that someone does not fancy my blog. Math you. Yea. I went there. Using your own cursing against me. That's what's up. Have you ever had that one person? That irritable rash that won't go away? Math you too! Yes. I have experienced them as well. They tease you and taunt you and make you want to math someones face up. Good idea! But who cares. Cuz 9 times out of 10, they're like your best friends. So whatever.
Math intended.

Promise

Doesn't everyone have that one moment that they wish they could change? The one that they see in their minds over and over? That feeling that takes place when you watch yourself make those mistakes over and over. Wishing you could just reach out and stop yourself. But you can't. I can't. We live and learn from our past. We look at our past to learn from it. To see what we can do right the next time something good comes into your life. If we're smart we won't push it out of our lives this time. I won't push you out again...

The Time Past Spent

The time ticks on, the places all change. We see friends, we see teachers, we see distance from them. Of all the places we go and the people we see. What is it that keeps on continuing on? Is it the jokes that we tell, or the dances we dance? What puts a smile on our faces? Truth is, it matters not what we do to receive our smiles. We don't need to be the best looking, or make everyone laugh. Whether jock or chess club member, we all are the same. We find joy in our own ways. We can dance in the rain, listen to music. We can be with our friends, we can be all alone. But the way that we keep going is looking at the time that we spent. The time with our friends. The time with joy. There are people we lose, and people we gain. They all play a part in the time that's past spent.

The Hero Who Doesn't Save

The Hero. The one who saves the day. The one who everyone can turn to. He swoops in and helps all of those in need. He is an icon for those who want to be like him. With his rescues and saves he tries hard to be the best. He just wants to help. But you can't save everyone can you. You can't save those who chose not to be saved. You can try. Try and try and try. But every person is there own person. But you've forgotten. It's been fake all along. You aren't a hero. You aren't a friend. You aren't the one that people turn to. You're the bully. You use all the wrong words and all the wrong phrases. You can't even save yourself. What makes you think you could actually help people? What was i thinking?

Alone

A face in the crowd, a wave from a friend. The times that were happy and the times that were spent. We'll all go our own places, so why wait for the tide? The story is that which you cannot hear. That which longs to get out. But why let it out? Its must return once again. The happy feeling of being with friends can be great and marvelous. But the feeling of being alone can be ten times worse. The pit in your stomach that goes on forever. Standing alone with no one to be by your side. No one to catch you when you fall. No one to tuck you in at night. No one to tell you everything will be ok. No one to watch over you as you work. No one to congratulate you when you've done well. There is no one there. There is no hand on your shoulder. Alone.