Sometimes parents act like children.

I find it ridiculous.

It was scratching against the door. It was as if a cat was tearing at the door, pealing the green paint to see what was underneath. The soft glow of the classroom lights illuminated part of the concrete outside, but not enough to see the strange thing scratching at the door. I get up slowly, closing every highlighter carefully and closing my binder ( Read more... )

I scooped the thick, pale froth on to my cup of coffee. I watched it as it slowly re-associated with the browned, hot water beneath it. Lines formed across it, like a perfect slab of marble that you can only see in famous works of art. The coffee, browned like a fresh bar of chocolate melted into a pot, steamed. Every minute molecule was dancing in ( Read more... )

Thank you finals for once again providing me with a lovely night of studying instead of some quality time with my bed and pillow. =(

By reaching to the stars we can get closer to them, even if its only a couple inches more.
Every inch brings us closer, closer to the heavens, the planets, the stars so far away,
And because we keep trying, odds are someday we will be staring at this big giants,
Only miles away, instead of the vast light years between us today.

I barely remember when my family did not own a personal computer.

I can barely remember the times before I started using the computer frequently.

Hot chocolate has a strange, ephermal quality. It has this uncanny ability to warm your heart as much as a glowing fire or warm blanket. It is thick and sweet, drinking to your bad health, but a to good soul. I like to snuggle on the warmed bricks of my fireplace, a pillow behind my back, and a book in my hands. The fire the only light, the hot ( Read more... )

Dreams are not destroyed by alarm clocks. Only postponed until the next night.

There are times where you miss the past.
Walking into a room, knowing that its gone,
But always hoping the past will be there in the future.
It may be depressing, but the hope and the dreams,
however intangible and forgotten they are at daybreak,
are wonderful to experience again and again,
as if yesterday becomes tomorrow,
and tomorrow is ( Read more... )

Sometimes I make tea,
Sometimes I drink it,
sip by sip, into the dark night,
but other times like tonight,
it sits made on the counter,
for my mind to be contented by its wavering steams,
the sheer existance brings the warmth of comfort.