Had a brain, that felt like pancake batter
I close my eyes, only for a moment and the moments gone.
All my dreams, pass before my eyes with curiosity.
Dust in the wind, all they are, are dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea.
All we do, crumbles though we refuse to see.
-Kansas, Dust it the wind
All the movies tell everyone that all you need is love. But all who are touched by it end in ruin. I am not a pessimist, I am not even a pragmitist. I'm an optimist for cryin out loud. But I can't shake the feeling, the kind of love everyone is wasting thier high-school years looking for. Getting in each other pants and the like. Doesn't even exist. That love is just laying down your life for another, if that's the case. Then its not so hard to find after all. It exists not in someone else's pants like the 'popular' kids think. But in the same places you find valor and compassion bravery.
After one season of playing football, I've developed a theory about the 'popular' kids. Their popularity is self proclaimed, and thier lives suck much more than anyone else's. And if they'd stop to think about it, they might realize thier plight, but they don't, so they won't.
No matter what we do, we're flawed. How absolutely perfect. Current Mood: introspective