i want to play in the rain on a sunny day...... i eat cold pizza....... i am a cliche.... a lot of things are important to me...... a lot of things arent.... i hate phil collins...... i want to watch breakfast at tiffanys...... i live in a dream...... i want to be taught...but also to teach.. i want to make a change that will mean something........ i like making people laugh...... i hate feet...i see beauty in ALL people even if i dont always say it out loud... accidents have told us lies underneath the water... i dont think anyone will ever know who i truly am...and thats beautiful to me.. sometimes the world just stops and nothing feels right...... and then you grow up and realize that nothing really means as much as it should.............there is an importance in escaping the past...but also learning from it...sometimes i cant feel......... sometimes i feel too much........... i am a firm believer in the idea that everything happens for a reason.......... i wish rainbows were more prevailent...... and more permanent.... when i see something happen i look both ways like crossing the street......... sometimes i OVER do it.... sometimes i UNDER do it..... but i never just DO anything...... sometimes i cry for no reason.......and sometimes i shut people out when they want to come in................ sometimes i want to go home........... and sometimes i never look back..... i like the way everything looks when i wake up and its too bright too really see anything..... i have a bank full of lucky pennies....... i dont like to be alone in the dark... i love to read if something intrests me.....sometimes its hard to remember what exactly it was that made everything ok..like a picnic under the bed...and telling someone its like a dream you once had when innocence took your breath away.. i love the smell of rain and taking showers in the dark....brushing my teeth and rolling around in clean sheets make me happy..... sometimes i sleep in dinosaur PJs... and sometimes i just dont sleep...... i think i finally know what it feels like to be lost...... and found.... and to wish for unwanted colors in the grass.....i say "i love you" like im saying hello, but when you REALLY "love" someone,i dont think it needs to be said everyday for them to understand...sometimes i know who i am...and sometimes i just dont...its hard to grow up...but you just do and you dont even notice it...and sometimes memories arent always enough to hold on to... i count the cracks in the sidewalk...and sometimes i try to count the stars in the sky... we are all waiting for something big to happen...and you wont always know what that means for you until you can grasp it and keep it safe inside...sometimes i hold on to tightly but only to those that need to be held on to...and sleeping under the sand will never lose its pigment in the rain.
