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Dec 20 2008

how does this happen?

Published by lolobbg525 at 8:55 pm under Uncategorized Edit This

well well.  Life has its way of changing on a dime doesn’t it?  It seems like one minute you’ve got things all figured out and the next you have no idea what is even going on.  How does that happen?  With the turn of events in one’s life it seems as though nothing would ever stay the same.  Does anything ever stay the same anyway?  There is nothing in this life that will stay the same.  Everyone changes with the same heart beat of life.  If we are all changing all the time, does that mean that as a whole, humanity doesn’t ever change?  Maybe we will never know the answers to these questions and maybe we will.  Just food for thought I guess.  Well it is finally winter break and life is great.  I can do whatever I want whenever I want because I have nothing else to do.  What a concept, nothing to do.  I always have something to do.  Everyone always has something to do.  But not for the next two weeks.  I have no plans. Finally I can breathe. Stress has been suffocating me and my expression for the longest time and I finally feel like I can breathe and take this huge weight off of my chest.  I think soon I will be putting some of my poetry on the blog…hopefully some people will see it and maybe like it.  For me poetry is the only way that I can pour my soul and my feelings into words.  Poetry is for when I can’t seem to put what I’m feeling into words or I just cannot possibly explain it through talking.  I can let the paper know how I am feeling so easily.  It is the only thing that will just listen to me without saying anything back and just understanding me. The pen and paper will be there for me when nothing else is and they will just listen so intently and they can express what I am to others so that they can better understand me.  It really is the most amazing feeling to share my poetry with people and see them cry.  They cry because it is beautiful, as most poetry is.  I couldnt have told these people what I wanted to say like that.  I couldnt just say it to them.  The paper is like a buffer for me to pass along my thoughts without having to say them.   

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