I'm drowning.
Head under water, incapable of taking a breath.
An unoriginal idea, I know,
But true none the less.
I'm overwhelmed, surrounded,
I can't find a solid foundation on which to place my feet.
I am clinging to life by instinct alone, only my body's inbred desire to live protects me.
I see an island, a safe haven, a mere swim away.
Do I seek out this refuge? Do I take the lifeline fate has bestowed upon me?
No. I stay where I am.
That land is too unknowable, too frightening.
I can not bear the idea of what may await me on that foreign place.
It is much safer to flounder in these familiar waters,
Easier to avoid those potential dangers and hardships, and strive to remain afloat.
Besides, I'm used to these struggles. I can handle them.
I will make the journey tomorrow,
Tomorrow is a much better day for such things.
For now I am content with where I am.
I am drowning.
I know it doesn't rhyme and it isn't what you would call "good", but it was my first shot so cut me some slack.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
BEST TRIP EVER!!
Wednesday I received the best Christmas present ever. My dad took me to two of my very best friend's house in Minnesota to spend the night!!!
I hadn't seen them in May at their sister's graduation party and I was excessively excited to see them again! When I got to there house we had the best sleep over in the history of sleepovers. We made mouse cupcakes, explored their hometown, played cards, went to Teen Talk (their youth group) and just joked around.
This trip reminded me of all the fun times we had before they moved away and of the many reasons that they are my best friends. One reason is that I can be myself around them. I don't have to be afraid to be my wild, crazy, goofy, bizarre, socially awkward self without any repercussions. They just get me. Even when I say something so out there that most people would flee the room, they just laugh and move on like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I love my friends. Not just because of how they make me feel, but because of who they are. Inside and out.
I hadn't seen them in May at their sister's graduation party and I was excessively excited to see them again! When I got to there house we had the best sleep over in the history of sleepovers. We made mouse cupcakes, explored their hometown, played cards, went to Teen Talk (their youth group) and just joked around.
This trip reminded me of all the fun times we had before they moved away and of the many reasons that they are my best friends. One reason is that I can be myself around them. I don't have to be afraid to be my wild, crazy, goofy, bizarre, socially awkward self without any repercussions. They just get me. Even when I say something so out there that most people would flee the room, they just laugh and move on like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I love my friends. Not just because of how they make me feel, but because of who they are. Inside and out.
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