Stupid Infatuation

"Sometimes I just think you'd be happier with him... you could do so much better than me." URG!Why must he say those things, as if to say i'm perfect. I'm not, and i'm willing to let a few imperfections slide, come on now. But none the less, whenever someone says something to me, ( me being always over analyzing everything!)
well...I think about it. I consider it. I reminesce. It's not like i've never liked him. There was a time when I really had my heart set on him. He's really awesome, it's no surprise that TONS of girls like him. No surprise that I liked him. He's funny, kind, smart, punny (haha, sorry), and he's so talented. It's unbelieveable the things he can do on the piano. I really loved hanging out with him during marching band too... I remember when we found out we were going to state. While we were waiting for the announcement my friends and I were like huddled and holding hands or crossing our fingers or something. Then as soon as they said our school, the next thing I know, I was hugging him. I felt like I was flying and time just froze at that second for some infathomable reason. And We can always joke around with eachother and we also have quite a few common interests. But anyways. My point is, well... I care about both of them. But I wish he wouldn't doubt... or question himself. Self Image is really a reflection, if you see yourself as belittled or less than you are, your gonna have to make people dig up to find the real you when you could just be greatful from the beginning. " Flowers buried in snow are just as lovely but some people won't want to take the time to unbury them" Just be who you are, your wonderful! If only he'd think that more...

Eyes

Eyes
The soul emitting its presense in one simple gaze,
pure as nature,
it entertwines. Blossoming fruits of emotion.

Love it crys throught the wide pupils, longing-
grasping its gander upon you,
grasping your hand tightly,
eyes close tightly ; weeps for joy.
Weeps for love.

The eyes glaze; sadness it laughs.
Tears roll on the floor of the skin, each carrying a misunderstanding,
a hope,
a dream.
The window to the soul rains down its cares.
Rains down guilt. Rains down glee.

The eyes leap; happiness it rages.
ladden with the feet of crows,
pupils vast as a blackbirds.
facial features draw near to the uplifting aura.
Lips reach for the ears.

Eyes

When Mind isn't over matter.

Do you mind if I just can't get over this matter? Does it matter? Seriously, just mind your own buisness.
Faced with a fattening disease in a coating, sweet as the smell of fresh spring flowers, how is one supposed to get their mind away from the matter!!! AHHH, why can't the healthy food be just as tempting. Why does a cupcake look like an innocent treat while a piece of 12 grain fiber bread scares the jeepers out of me (yes, that bread is the most terrifying food on the planet) Why isn't broccoli a comfort food?
I wish my mind could unwrap these highly over advertised and junk foods for what they truely are.
Mind over matter isn't as easy as it may seem my friends.
Junk food is out to get me, haha, just kidding. But it seems like it.
None the less, I will pull together all my strength and knowledge to conquer this trechery. Wish me luck? Why thank you!!! now off to eat some french frie- i mean.... califlower.

The End

Your probably going to expect me to say something like, " sometimes the end is actually the beginning" or go off on some love sick tragedy in which I confide every little minuet detail of how terrible my life is.
If you thought that is what called for this beginning title cliche'... then you thought wrong.
"Everything will be ok in the end.If it's not ok, then it's not the end."
In life, troubles may rear it's mischievious face time and time again but what we need is hope. Hope, that everything will be okay. Everything will be okay in the end.
Hear I write before you; A young idealist with uncertainties around me whichever way I go. A wanderer. Sometimes the end falls when things don't go right. It's not the end. Sometimes the end is when you believe something isn't possible. It's not the end. "If it's not ok, then it's not the end." But a wanderer, sometimes it's not always the end of things were trying to get to. Maybe instead, we're trying to get to... well, i don't have all the answers. I just know it's going to be okay. Hope.