shocker42

Life is not a word, it is a symbol of what exist around the homo sapiens of the current dimension. It shouldn't and can't be measured by a factor of time or number. It's it own thing. Another uncontrollable factor toward all to encounter without warnings or control. It makes no sense and if it does, it only happens for a brief second. The object of discussion has many connected attributes to the main factor. Throughout it one can experience hate, joy, and grief. While their are many other features that should float for discussion, it is none the less undeniably great. So many choose to wish for more during it. Where the other, so few, take the reigns and let it lead. It seems to be a major problem nowadays. One thought I would like to present is, "what if life is the real experience and death is the repeating episode that never ends". Then how would you change yours?

Light to my day consist of you, I feel the warmth from your smile, you eyes seek the path I follow.

How can one girl like a boy so much that she is, just ends up tripping at every point there is a possibility for the girl. Then how do you explain all the opportunities she has until finding out the whole story, now the only thing that stands between us is a wall. By this wall I will try not to be deceived by it, because even if you don't recognize it you will never know their tricks. How will they ever know if  I make no sound? I guess I remain mute for now until I know the door is officially open...

Well life is full of journeys isn't it
One journey i love to discover is my dream they are like my own little versin of recess, but for like 12 hrs.
Last night my dream consisted of a hot crocidile man that wanted me to take care of his pigs so they would not be eaten.
The funny part is that as I watch these pigs the crocidiles give me a circus show as the swim through hoops and flips in the air like dolphins. This make no sense, but then I decide to join them and soon to find that the pigs are cheering us on. When everything is calm, I realize the hot crocidile man has been watching the whole thing.
It was so embrassing in my dream, then he decided to ask my to hangout later, I agree(who wouldn't to a hot guy).
The night ends with a simple high five that i am okay with, for now Anyways the best part of the dream ends up when you hear that lovely beeping, that is like a microwave. MY ALARM i| then reality has to be faced, but letting my simpl night be a secret, until now that i posted this for the whole world to see.

The point of this is to help others with there wiriting blocks as I find many myself. Take this and turn it into what you want. Just give me a shout out if this becomes some type of big movie or book in the adult world. okay



















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































haha you just waste 1 min of you life scrolling down to read this. lol

life is full of colors that cannot explain the reason for mistake