The 20 Second Commercial That Last An Hour and A Day
Hey your glass is empty
its a hell of a long way
home why dont you let me
take you its no good to go
alone.
I've been thinking
about a lot of things lately.
And I hate posting these long posts
because I feel like I'm repeating myself
and that people will think it's just emo
when apart of me knows that's not it at all.
=/.
I've just been thinking
what if things had been different?
What if I didn't go to Crooms
and meet the people that I've met?
If I had never come to Crooms
I would be in Winter Springs
with regular classes and the average jo people.
I would of never met (dare I name them? I think I shall).
Sam, Ashley, Rolana, Jared, the other Jared, Elena,
Kelly, Gloria, Kristina, Christina, Megan, Jasmine,
Ericka, Ryan, Savannah, Brittani, Vincent(well okay I would have
knew him in middle school but you get the point), Stefan, Tim, Amanda,
Brendon, Brandon, Jemeshia, Zach, Chad, Josh, Matt, Kayla, Randall, Paul,
Kurtis, Oscar, David, and Jordan. (maybe not everyone but people i have been
or were some what close too).
I wouldn't of had to deal with any of the drama I had to.
But I never would of met them either
and maybe going through that was better
than not because if I didn't.
I wouldn't of met the people I did.
I don't know whether the mistakes I have made
have made me stronger or if they're breaking me
because I feel more scared now to tell someone how I feel
than what I did before going through everything.
And to alot of people
the stuff that I write about that I go through
might not be that big of deal
but it is.
I don't know what to do anymore.
There used to be a time where I knew.
But I don't.
And I guess that's okay.
=/
-They stood over the kneeling warrior, on either side; and at that moment, little by little, like the bloom of a flower, white light began to fill the room. It illumined the cross on the back wall, slowly brought out the colors and grain in every plank of every pew, and rose in the intensity until the once plain and humble sanctuary came alive with an unearthly beauty. The walls glimmered, the worn rugs glowed, the little pulpit stood tall and stark as a sentinel backlit by the sun. And now the two men were brilliantly white, their former clothing transfigured by garments that seemed to burn with intensity. Their faces were bronzed and glowing, their eyes shone like fire, and each man wore a glistening golden belt from which hung a glashing sword. They placed their hands upon the shoulders of the young man and then, like a gracefully spreading canpoy, silken, shimmering, nearly transparaent membranes began to unfurl rom their backs and shoulders and rise to meet and overlap above their heads, gently undulating in a spiritual wind. Together they ministered peace to their young charge, and his many tears began to subside-
how do you tell an angel you don't believe in god?- Blue October