Ideas come and go.

Thoughts fly about.
Imagination plays and flutters in and out.
Some thoughts grasp your heart
making them harder to let go.

But just wait.

There's soon another around the corner, replacing the one that hurt but is fading.

Some light bulbs are best cracked and not replaced.

Others will shine again.

Who's to say which is which?
.and I continue on.

Throw your hands up in the air

and just surrender.
We can't always be strong.
We can't always know what should come next.
We don't always have control.

Don't hold on.
Let go.
Let live.
Live your life.
Let the pieces fall where they may.

I have no hand in this.
Except with which to pick up the pieces.

With and without a thought and a care
.I continue on.

If I were...

If I were a month, I'd be November.

If I were a day of the week, I'd be Friday.
If I were a time of day, I'd be 7:56 pm.
If I were a planet, I would be Venus.
If I were a sea animal, I'd be a scared to death.
If I were a direction, I'd be everywhere.

If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a comfy chair and a half.
If I were a liquid, I'd be a white chocolate caramel cocoa.
If I were a gemstone, I would be an emerald.
If I were a tree, I would be a Japanese maple.
If I were a tool, I'd be a crescent wrench.
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be crisp, windless and partly sunny.

If I were a color, I'd be crayon green.
If I were an emotion, I'd be inspired, ambivalent, or yearning.
If I were a fruit, I'd be a banana.
If I was a sound, I'd be purring.
If I were an element, I would be adamantium. ;)
If I were a car, I'd be a 1969 VW Bug.
If I were a food, I'd be banana creme pie.

If I were a material, I'd be sugar.
If I were a taste, I'd be delectably sweet.
If I were a scent, I'd be a warm, vanilla-y smell.
If I were an object, I'd be a jacket.
If I were a body part, I'd be the vocal chords.
If I were a facial expression, I'd be laughter.
If I were a song, I would be (do you really think I could mush myself into one song? Shewt.)

What would you be?

(Credit to Ms. Lind for the idea for this)

Oh hey, I'm back.

Europe was classy.

Made me think America is a bit lame (but I won't complain too much).

Made me wish I liked tea (but I won't force myself).

Made me yearn to travel further (but I only have so much time and money).

Made me learn more about myself (boy, am I complicated).

Made me feel special (though most won't hear it).

I liked it all over again.

I feel a bit disoriented here now.

I wish to travel more,

to continue the disorientation,

to continue the journey of culture and lifestyle.

I want it.

Can I have it?

But what do you say?

And what will I do?

Frozen in motion.

An odd predicament.

It's time to

I'm leaving to spend a month in Europe.

I will be singing in several different countries.

I will be traveling with many fantastic people that I care for so much.

I can only imagine the fun, adventure, bonding, and pondering to come.

I love plane rides.

I love bus rides.

I love going to new places.

I love trying new things (for the most part).

Haha- I am just so thrilled!

Blog when I get back :)

I often float too much.

I'm an optimistic realist when I fight off my idealist.

I may coat my words with sarcasm at times

or pester to pure obnoxiousness,

but when it comes down to it

I love so deeply it pains me.

I float so high that the air gets thin

I lack secular oxygen and my head begins to spin

I'm in pure oblivion to reality

all I see is what can be

and my heart explodes at the uncertainty of it coming to pass in my vicinity.

Global unity!

My mind can't comprehend the possibilities!

One world, one love, one family.

Instead we live in incongruity.

We hurt a brother, sister, or mother to get ahead with disgusting fluidity.

We reach for a dream that borders on selfish stupidity.

We make choices that encourage and promote inhumane cruelty.

In relation to our God we sleep around with unconcerned infidelity.

We're in hell, you see?

Shall we continue like this?

Is it our duty?

Or shall we turn the tides and reject all of which is expected?

There is more beyond the clothes, the hair, the money and the Book,

a new way of living that screams from the inside, if we'd take a look-

reminding our hearts of what is good, and real, and true-

there is much to ponder, and even more to do.

.studyingtranscendentalism.

.poemforclass.

.andilikeit.