Brains!

Selected parts of my writing over the past few days.

I decided to pick up my pen and write; I was hoping something potent would spill out of me like orange juice in the morning.

Most people think that when they are hit by something they are the only ones who are and have experienced the blow. Maybe that is just the individualistic mentality of our society. But really if people would just ask, you would find how much we actually have in common. Maybe it could unite people instead of dividing them. It is also very sobering thing in the end. Seeing Hotel Rwanda brought me back to reality. Everything I had been feeling was nothing to the emotions these people were experiencing. But having said that, I do not know if you are able to say one persons tragedy is worse of better then another persons. I mean to say that just because something horrific is going on in someone else’s life it does not mean your own conflicts are worth nothing. They are just different. Maybe if people realized this they would not become so frightened. If they knew someone else overcame the same thing they would have a new found courage.

In response to my January 19 Blog entry- I feel like there is a difference between infatuation and friend love. But friend love is quite the same as being in love. And sometimes infatuation comes before the other two and is mutated in to one or the other or it just wears off. Yes it just wears off…and one realizes they are not really worth it to the other person and its over. Then its just gone like that- no remains to judge properly by.

I smell like campfire. The best smell in the world. No my dogs paws. How about those buttercups, splitting a chasm in the grey. But it has traditionally been vanilla, thinner then water. The nape of your lover’s neck. Wood, paper, and books. Sometimes the dank of the river between the woods.