broken dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. Leaves are on the ground yellow and red. The air is getting colder. I walk alone I walk alone. I spend all my time like every other person, except just a few. My day is typical. Like everyone else. I walk alone. I walk alone. Doing whats planned for me. Nothing planned by me. There is no people except for the special ones. Who accomplished there dream. I walk alone. I walk alone. Was this really a dream? Is this a dream? I feel like an adult to look forward to. Same thing everyday, just to get to the next. Maybe most adults have already fulfilled their dreams though. Or already failed? I wonder if this is what it feels like to be an adult. Or to be a failure?

Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like a lawn mower thinks about grass. Like a hockey puck thinks about ice. Like a shoe thinks about a socks. Like a foot thinks about carpet. Like a guitar thinks about strings. Like speaksers think about music. Like shoe laces think about shoes. Like aglets think about string. Like tires think about the rode. Like pistons think about gas. Like light thinks about the dark. Like dark thinks about the light. Like a pencil thinks about paper. Like a pen thinks about a check. Like money thinks about a wallet. Like 6 thinks about 7 eating, 9

Love is...

Love is freshly cut grass

Love is a donut in a car

Love is a paycheck

Love is a new car

Love is a new pair of shoes

Love is a half empty glass

Love is a loud sound

Love is a monster

Love is music

Love is a drug

Introduction

This is the introduction to my blog. This is the first blog I have ever created and I wonder if I am ever going to use it other than for Mr. Nelsons english class. Sometimes I like to write even though majority of the time I really can't think of what to write about. Hopefully I don't have a ton of writers block. This is a ton of rambling.