when there’s humidity in the air.
Storms a comin’.
Tornados, Rain, Lightnin’ and Thunder, with a bit o Wind.
Who knows what, if anything will hit.
What I do know is,
my hair is a mess!
Almost There!
This paper is almost done!
Half way there!
I’ve had a bit of a meltdown,
but that is what happens when I’m on something good.
Back to Octavio Paz and all of his ideas, maybe I am becoming crazy, because he was?
Well, anyways. Have a wonderful day everyone. 
It’s Sunday FUNday!
It's a wonderful day!
Another start of the week has come (if you count Sunday as the start of the week 
) and for me, it’s going to be a busy one!
Woke up at 7:30, I couldn’t sleep any more.
So, I decided to get up, open my shade, stare outside and think of 10 things I was grateful for.
Yes, yes, I did write them down.
I even think I will start doing this everyday. Write 10 things I am grateful for, no matter how insignificant or giagantic they might be, they have meaning!
I challenge all of you (if you aren’t already doing this) to write down every day 1o things you are grateful for, as well as, take 20 minutes to just do something for yourself in that time you are writing down what you are grateful for (it can be a couple of words or a couple of sentences for each, don’t limit yourself).
Trust me, it’s well worth it!
Here’s my list for today (in no particular order):
Music
My family
Friends
Play grounds
People who believe in me
My dreams
Nail polish
Tea
Pens
Postage Stamps
Back In The Day
Listening to the 60′s Pandora Station makes me want to take a ride in my baby.
Listen to the good ‘ol oldies!
Fire engine red baby!
No One Should Say
I don’t know what to do.
No one should say what you can and can’t do.
I don’t know what to do since I can only live one way…and that way is my truth.
The sun rises and I know I can live this way and it’s okay.
I fall to my knees and try to pray
and if I could do this everyday
I would still live the same old way.
My mind goes on a blast from the past
…and these colors melt into a garden
where I buried my memories into the ground.
I “lie” in this garden and lift my memories out of the ground.
Open my mouth and let it all flow out…
I don’t know what to do.
No one should say what you can and can’t do.
I don’t know what to do since I can live one way
…and that way is my truth.
The sun rises and I know I can live this way and it’s okay.
I fall to my knees and try to pray
and if I could do this everyday
I would still live the same old way.
I would wait for you, wait for you, wait for you.
Don’t hate me for living
just look to this side of my heart.
I’ll wait inside my mind where that garden is hidden.
I’ll keep it all hidden.. if you don’t come soon
and open this side of my heart
to live for you,
live for you,
live for you.
A Light Bulb Of A Life
I was at the house with some of my friends
when a light flashed over our heads.
It was the multi colored illumination that we are only together for as long as we need to be.
I realized that we may have the times of our lives now
but when we get what we need from each other we drift apart.
But, while trying not to float away I listen to the tunes and just scream.
Seeing the lights of all the phones light up one space so large
it’s the most amazing sight to see.
Dancing like no ones watching and not caring if they do see us
because we are our stars.
We walk along the sidewalk like people know us.
We take each other to a place that we can only see for one night and make the most of it,
because if you don’t it could be gone in a flash.
That’s life.
A light bulb
and when it goes out you only hope you made the most of your life.
But, while you’re shining you don’t care and live like you’re your own star.
Friends are attachments of yourself to make you grow, yet,
right now I don’t care I just wanna scream at the top of my lungs
and live every moment with them.
I should go home
but now I officially don’t care,
I just wanna be me.
The lights are still going and the music’s dying.
Laying on the floor staring into oblivion.
One more moment has come and gone.
Oh well,
my friends are still on the floor with me.
That’s all that matters.
Sun On Our Heads
The golden sun,
With rays of shine
That falls upon the heads of
Those who so desire to see the earth,
Wake one more time.
