'hot wheels'

The night air was cool. It was a long walk home, 10km to be precise. After 10 minutes into our adventure, we found what seemed like a piece of scrap metal on the side of the road. We rummaged past a few boxes and a mower, to find our baby manual treadmill formally known as 'hot wheels'.

It was a beautiful night for a walk with our new baby. Halfway through our trip, there was a huge hurdle we had to jump, literally. Hot wheels wasn't as well as we thought, and collapsed in a heap.

After our mechanic skills and a bit of TLC hot wheels was soon back on the road. There were a few more hurdles along the way and we even lost the wheels/bolts in the process but no we did not give up. We were passed by many police cars and other officialls but were not stopped on our voyage, this proves everybodys faith in us and respect for the new member of the family. Hot wheels, we love you.

and if you think that i'm wrong

This never meant nothing to you.

what of it

So here we go, I am sick of people not taking me seriously. I don't get angry often, and I am not rude, but that shouldn't mean people expect me to be nice all the time. And when I do speak out for myself nobody listens because they take me as a joke. I am not a joke. People have changed. Effort is so much... effort. These days I sit in my room, painting. That is all I do. Paint. I hardly ever talk to/see anybody yet at the drop of a hat I will do anything for any one of you, and I don't get half the recognition I should. I try so so hard, and I don't ever want to stop trying because I couldn't imagine having nothing. I shouldn't be nearly as scared of loss as I am. I know people are going to say 'there are better things to be sooking about' but for christs sake, get fucking real.

this day

Is a day we all hope will never come, but we can't escape it. Plow, plant, harvest, plow, plant. The cycle has ended. I am sick and tired of harvesting. It saddens me to say it but... farmville rip.

chase my thoughts away

To a place where I am blinded by the light.

crème de la crop

Plow, plant, harvest, plow, plant, harvest. My days are filled with the joys of plowing, planting and harvesting my farm and many others. I have thought of making this a serious career. I want to design farms on farmville for the rest of my life.

meaningless

Time. Like the seasons change and shape the leaves, they change us. The nights my head met a sea of blankets, swallowing me into a dreamland. I didn't want to escape. As times change, people do too. Minds holding onto memories left unsaid. Oh God. Remember when you cried? The noise sliced through the air that winters morning. Remember me? Time won't let you forget. Like we never forget that first winters morning. The leaves crushing beneath our feet, who knew it would end up like this. As they fell silently on the ground, new ones began to grow. You held on, tighter than your grip allowed. The strongest I have ever seen you, but then, you fell. That same winters morning, the sea of blankets had swallowed you. Deeper than me.

Sometime later, you awoke to check the time. You realise the sea of blankets are on the ground, tangled in a mess. I am not there. The air is no longer fresh. Time has turned the leaves green, and the birds sing the songs of a thousand memories circling your head. Realisation is one thing you are not so good at. You bury your head into the blankets, wishing this was all a dream. Just one meaningless dream. Time has passed, and so have I.

Nothing ever meant more to me than this.
Goodbye.

sleeping sickness

I awoke, only to find my lungs empty
Through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be
And I'm breaking down
I think I'm breaking down

And I'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me
Such as living with the uncertainties
That I'll never find the words to say
Which would completely explain
Just how I'm breaking down

Someone come, someone come and save my life
Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead
But now it's like the night is taking up sides
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be? This misery will suffice.