ENTRY: Traveling Galaxies
So, like, yeah. Shits, yo. Gah, I've been getting into poetry/song-writing again. Galaxies, stars, such things as that. It's... Kind of odd. In a weird way, and I have no idea why I'm getting into it again, all I know is that I am. Lots of things have kinda come and gone, so I'm doing my part and I'm just going to go with the flow. My past created who I am, but it's my future that calls my attention, and so that is what attention I will give. Not so much out of spite, but out of understanding that some things just can't be fixed. There's different kinds of friends, and sometimes, things aren't always what we want them to be. See, the problem with me is that I never really argue with my good friends, and when things go bad, they go BAD. This isn't the first time, and I know the results. Things ended there the same way, sort-of. And things that are better left in the past will stay in the past, because drudgiong them up will do no one any good.
That's sort of out of my system now, at least. There's talk of setting me up from my friends, and I guess that sounds okay, I'm not gonna be for it or against it, because it seems as it it could go either way, so I'm just gonna leave things as it. If it works out, yippe, if not, then hey, no worries here, cause that just gives me reasons to look else where or enjoy being single. I'm not normally one for love topics, as it seems foreign to me, despite how much I've read, but reading and living things are two very different things. Meh.
But as I said, galaxies, stars, cages and bars... Jungle gyms with so many nooks and crannies, some only those with true exploring skills can find. Senior trips that won't come, being told I'm going to my senior prom when I have no intention of doing so. The air force is calling, the fires are burning, and saving lives is what I'll do for a living. I live and breathe independently, and it's hard for me to find someone who I can look at equally, though there is one out there. Heh, it's fun, because we've got so much junk on each other we could never actually go after each other. I need some inspiration though... Hm...
Temp:
Reaching across the galaxies, extending the hands of God and seeing into the space that serves as his domain. Immeasurable, the beauty of the light that shines around them, the gases giving them their ethereal glow that can be seen for millions and billions of light years away. There is no way to measure the amount of them, as they can never be seen all at once. They form shapes in the darkness that are called constellations, acting as navigators for sailors carrying their golden treasures along the sea.