My Mind Is A Canvas.
If the world was how I wanted it to be... There would be stars in the sky every night. There would be eternal summer and The Perfect Blue stretching across the sky as far as the eye could see. There would be a whirlwind of colors in every breeze that brushed across my face and daisies growing in every yard. Kittens would not become cats and all of the animals in the world would be loved. I would live on a beach with blue sand and there would be nothing scary lurking beneath the surface of the sea. And there would be a little black door with an old-fashioned silver doorknob that led into the world of Tim Burton and cartoons would flow in an endless supply from the TV. I could play any song in perfect clarity by snapping my fingers to make it rain down in musical notes from the sky. If the world was how I wanted it to be... there would be no hurt, no pain. People would fall in love and stay in love and families would never be torn apart. No one would suffer yet compassion would still exist, it would be recognized and appreciated every day. People would change for the better, never for the worst. I would be happy every single day and no one would ever have to reassure me.But the world is not the way I want it to be. It is cruel, it is cold, it is harsh. The sand isn't blue, there are sharks in the sea. I can't always see the stars and The Perfect Blue only comes in patches in the summer... and the summer only comes for a couple months a year. A daisy has never grown in my yard, all of my kittens have turned to cats, there is no color in the breeze. And there is no door that leads into a Tim Burton world.
There are, however, people. While some of them are bad, some selfish, and some too full of pride... there are those that are kind-hearted and understanding. There are those that laugh at the same jokes I do and go along with my silly little stories and role-playing games in the car. There are those who are willing to listen though they hardly know me... because they are so incredibly amazing that they even care about those who are barely their friends. These are the people I would be lost without. I may be a bit directionally challenged, but they haven't let me land in the middle of nowhere yet and, for that, I am immensely grateful.
On Tuesday, February 16, 2010 at 7:37 PM
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