I want to create for you something beautiful. Something
inspiring. Something real.
I want to write.
I take it back. I don't want to write. I want to paint
words. Paint something alive, please. Something that will decompose beneath
your soul and set you
free.
Something freaking worth the five minutes you spend staring
at the blunt white of a computer screen.
But before I write something, I want to be something.
I want to be something beautiful.
I want to be
something honest.
I want to be someone real.
I want to be someone
worth knowing.
Someone freaking worth the five minutes you spend staring at
the blunt white of a computer screen.
That's what I am thinking about when I am quiet.
I think, how can I be, well, how can I be someone,
someone I can live with. someone who actually likes what is
left after a hot shower washing away the make up and all of your hipster music.
I'd like to be someone I like,
before I keep on trying to be someone you like.
Because, you know. If you really knew me. That is to say, if
I really knew me, I think you'd like that more.
I took a walk the other day with one of my best friends...
The world was split into two by the sky.
To my left the clouds were painted a beautiful color of gold by the setting sun. While to my right the storm raged on. The sky lit up with the flash of electricity as it cut through the sky, and the thunderous clap that followed as the air met together was earsplitting.
All of the rain splattered windows sparkled with the light as it slowly faded away.
Admittedly, this is my favorite time of day.
The sun is setting and everything in the world is lit with a golden light.
Everything is peaceful. Everything is BEAUTIFUL.
As we walked, we talked about me.
I hate talking about me because I have a lot more problems then I'd like to admit. I like being STRONG. I like to appear as strong as they come, while inside, I'm silently screaming for someone to come along and save me.
It was during this walk, the sky split in two, that I realized the only person who can save me is myself.
Puddles splashed beneath our feet as we breathed in the fresh, crisp air that was slowly beginning to change to the cool Fall days ahead of us.
I love Fall. It's my favorite season of all. The air is so fresh. The temperature is perfect.. not too hot, and not yet too cold. Creamy hot chocolate, camp fires, cuddling, and movies make up every picture I have in my memory of Fall in the past.
I think that if you were to start a relationship with someone, Fall would be the best time to do it. There's something calming about the whole thing. There's something fresh and new in the air as the seasons roll on, there seems, to me, to be something promising in it all.
I'm terrible with relationships. You know this. I know this, and poor Bobby knows this better than anyone, and do you want to know what he said to me?
"Nik, you have got to spend some time with YOURSELF. You need to figure yourself out, you've gotta love yourself before you're ever going to be able to fully love someone else. Nik, you have to be selfish for once, you have to be selfish before you can be selfless."
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.
So here I go.
I have NO idea what I'm doing.
I have NO idea what to expect.
and yet, there's something beautiful in that.
(Not knowing what's going to happen.)
With my heart pounding and my mind spinning... I step into the world. I embark on a journey of self discovery. **GUYS. YOU SHOULD JOIN ME. GO ON YOUR OWN JOURNEY. SPEND TIME WITH YOURSELF. MAYBE YOU'LL FIND OUT THINGS YOU NEVER EVEN KNEW ABOUT YOURSELF. MAYBE YOU'LL LEARN TO TRULY LOVE YOURSELF. MAYBE YOU'LL PULL YOURSELF OUT OF THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING IT'S LEAD YOU TO BELIEVE ABOUT LIFE, LOOKS, LOVE... ALL OF IT. RE-DISCOVER EVERYTHING FOR YOURSELF. Now, doesn't that sound exciting? I think so.**
I may get lost somewhere along the way, but don't worry, I'll find my way eventually.
I'll travel the world. I'll do everything that makes me happy. I'll do everything I've wanted to do, but never had the guts to do.
If you don't hear from me for a while, don't worry. It's because I'm taking my friends advise. I'm spending time with myself. I'm learning to love myself... and then maybe one day I can fall in love with someone else... just maybe.
Unfortunately, I am a college student, and for the time being, I'm married to my homework.. So for now, you can find me in my cozy little corner at the local coffee shop.
I can relate nearly everything to Mumford and Sons, and this song happens to be one of my favorites. It's so incredible, and it's so fitting.
--it has so many philosophical references, it's scary.
How can you say that your truth is better than ours?
Think about that.
First of all, I would like to point out that I don't understand everything, least of all the people I care about.
There are very few times in my life that I've actually know 100% of everything there is to know on a given subject. In fact, I don't think there is anything I (or anyone else for that matter) know that thoroughly.
"I am the smartest person alive, for I know that I know nothing."
What an interesting thought.
I'm very interested in the studies of philosophy.
-Why do we believe what we believe?
-Is the fire truck red?
-Where did the color red even come from?
and the dreaded question that everyone wants to invest their time in, but no one actually has the time, heart, or death wish to prove it either way.... "Is God real?"
WORD OF WARNING:
I AM ABOUT TO SPEAK MY MIND ON THIS SUBJECT. I have to put my two cents in, not that it really means anything to anyone, and I have NO idea if what I say is going to be true for you, however, it's WHAT I BELIEVE. Don't get offended, alright?
--if you're worried about it, just stop reading. It won't hurt my feelings, in fact, I won't even know.--
Just because I feel this way about the world, does not mean that you need to follow in my path. Trust me, it's kind of a scary place to be, and admittedly, I don't think many people can stand where I am.. all simply because I asked some questions.
I was Mormon from the day I was born. [[technically since I was baptized in the crystal clear water at the age of 8, but who really wants to get technical.]]
I believed so strongly in everything that was said.
I believed in the way people acted.
what people said.
what they testified.
I believed in a man who was sacrificed to save me.
Turns out... once a turned the beautiful age of 18, my curiosity got the best of me.
People always told me that the church isn't the people in the church, the church is the church. Excuse me if I'm wrong, but, in the church you learn from the people. The doctrine is testified by the people. It seems to me the church is the people. The people are the church, and from what I've seen, I don't want anything to do with the church... from what I've seen... I can't believe what the people have said. I needed to find things out on my own and so I did something about it...
I did exactly what they told me not to do.
..... I ASKED A QUESTION.
I'm not even going to begin to tell you the things I found. Mostly because, if you're comfortable living in your religion (namely mormons) I am not going to open up a hole for the facts to creep into. You'll thank me for that.
Now. Here's the deal.
I BELIEVE THERE IS A GOD.
There are to many amazing things in this world for me NOT to believe in that statement.
But, it is exactly that statement that made me have the biggest issues with the church.
There are good people everywhere. Do you hear that? EVERYWHERE.
Someone, whom I will not name, told me one day:
"The only good people in this world, you will find in the LDS church."
THAT IS THE BIGGEST LOAD OF BULL SHIT I HAVE EVER HEARD.
The fact is, many LDS people have this incredibly large tendency to think that, because they hold the title "Mormon", they are a better person than the next guy.
The statement this man made, is the perfect example of this common occurrence. Someone thinking that they're better then everyone else because they're mormon. I have never been so taken aback, and yet I shouldn't have been. I know that's how they work.
... and I'm sorry that I'm labeling the whole mass of Mormons as "holier than thou" people, but that's just my opinion after living in this dreaded place for 18 years. Such a large statistic of the Mormons I've met have this state of mind (9 out of 10 or even 99 out of 100 come to mind). It's just the way it is.
You live by: WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?
as you... talk badly about others,
judge them for their transgressions,
and hate people for being different.
I could be wrong but, I don't think Jesus would do that.
YOU HAVE ALL MESSED UP BEFORE TOO.
JUST BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE SIN DIFFERENTY
DOES NOT GIVE ANYONE THE RIGHT TO JUDGE THEM.
JUST FREAKING GET OVER IT.
(I still love you, but really guys? It's not necessary. Does it make you feel better about yourself or something? If it does... that's pretty messed up.)
So what I have a few tattoos and drink coffee.
Does that really make me a bad person?
Now that I've done my fair share of rambling, here's the deal.
If God is as loving as everyone says he is,
I DO NOT THINK HE CARES IF YOU'RE LDS OR NOT.
If you are an honestly good person, and you try your best throughout your life, I really don't think God is going to look at you and say "hey, you did great out there, but you're not LDS so you're not welcome here until you change that."
I think He is going to be proud of us either way.
I think He will love us either way.
In all honesty, I am not a big fan of religion, in case you didn't catch that.
I love talking (debating, really) about this and gaining new knowledge and opinions on what other people think, so if you ever want to talk, you know where to find me.
ALSO, I recently watched a video about this man that basically hates the world and has a "slap in the face" comment for absolutely anything and everything a person can say. Everything he says, makes perfect sense and every point he makes is completely logical. This content is not for the weak of heart, though, so if you're worried about that, or if you know you can't handle it, PLEASE DON'T WATCH IT. I'd hate to cause turmoil in your life because of a simple suggestion. If you love learning, and if you're a logical person, look him up. It's fascinating. --you can also find him on netflix. That's right, Netflix. That's how great this guy is. He's the real deal.--
GEORGE CARLIN
this has nothing to do with my post.. well sort of.
I have this friend who is fascinating. He always has something to say, and he ALWAYS says it.
He rubbed off on me a lot. A lot, a lot.
(as far as my views on religion go... and basically everything else in life. He's a pretty quoteable guy)
We used to sit and talk about things like this for hours. It was one of my favorite things in the world.
xoxo nikki
GUYS. YOU MUST CHILL.
I don't hate mormons. I realized that it sounded like I really hate them. Honestly though, I think in theory what they believe is fantastic. If that's what you believe and you were offended, I'm sorry. That was not my intention. I know MORMONS still great people. I just don't agree with some of the things they do or the way they act. --granted I don't think they agree with anything I do or say. Which is fine.
If you've believed the mormon church (or something else for that matter) your whole life, don't start questioning it now.
It's a lot harder to question what you've believed your entire life.
If you feel the need, leave a comment explaining your opinion. I'd really love to hear it. (just refrain from being intentionally rude. Like I said before, this is all just my opinion. Don't take it as fact, and if you don't want to, don't take it to heart.)
You see, Time does not exist in my world right now.
As the clouds pass, ever so slowly, time is falling
backwards.
Want to know how?
It is because I am traveling towards sunshine.
Sunshine, in fact, is not capable of leaving you if you are
traveling 9,000 miles an hour towards it.
According to my specific calculations, I am, in theory,
Sunshine.
Did you hear that? I am sunshine.
It is tucked away into the ducts of my eyes, the scalp of my
head, fitted into my ears; between my toes, underneath the turquoise of my
chipped nail polish.
It is the first thing I see when I wake, and falls somewhere
between my eyelids and the place where I dream every night.
I am the earth beneath a dirty old flip flop. I am the heat
of friction rubbing against my bare skin and a wooden board, created to ride
the ocean. I am tangled hair, tossed with sea salt and hotel-mint. I am the
butter melted on a piece warm, thick, banana bread sold at a local shack, the
cool ice finely shaved into a brightly colored paper cup. I am the chill that
runs right down your spine when your skin is a deep shade of burnt maroon. I am
a planted foot at the base of that board. I am a real smile, one that starts
within, and reaches the brown of your eyes, before it ever intends to show its
warmth near the mouth. I am all adrenaline as the energy of the water propels
from behind.I am the moment of silence,
of stillness as a foot is planted at the base of the board and that awfully
rare, feeling of excitement and accomplishment rushes into my throat and fills
every inch of my unsettled stomach as I soar for my first time across the
pavement. I am the muted ache of the bones in the lower back as one sits
huddled over the last few pages of a captivating novel. I am the coloring of
the fish, as the beady black eye scans the blue of my shaking flipper. I am a
good night’s sleep.
I am a hole deep within being filled with something that
could be described to be very much what the English call; sunshine.
So what someone's different....
So what they made a mistake..
Hell, I've made plenty of mistakes, and look at me.
I think I'm pretty awesome.
Sometimes I think living in a Mormon community is worse than living in the real world..
sometimes....
Granted, I've never lived in the real world.
AMERICAN FORK UTAH, BORN AND RAISED.
But I've seen my fair share of movies and tv shows and I can guess what the real world is like.
HAHA.
SEX.
DRUGS.
PORN.
PROSTITUTION.
ACCEPTANCE.
DIFFERENCE.
Yes the real world has a lot of shit in it. And yes, I truly believe that if we sent half of our
high school out there, they'd be gone within minutes. They just don't understand. I don't understand.
But I wonder... Is demanding perfection from every single individual any better...?
Driving a person to the brink... because they think it's the only way out.
They pop a few pills and wait for their end. All because of what you said. All because they made a mistake.
You know who you are. And I know you've made mistakes too.
You have picked on people ruthlessly. You have dug your own grave in the hearts of hundreds.-- If not more.
You were the cool kid. You have "high morals" as you try drugs, drink some alcohol, and screw the high school "slut". [[Which is hardly fair for her. She just wants to be loved... she just wants to be cared about for the first time in her life... and you treat her like a piece of meat.]]
The audacity within you... to accuse someone of making a horrible mistake-- when you don't even know the whole story... absolutely amazes me.
Take into account how many lives you've single handedly ruined... [[including mine]] and then add what you and your "posy" has done, and you'd turn that finger right around, tuck your tail between your legs, and run away... far away.
Driving someone to attempt the most selfish of all things... is unspoken of, and yet it happens daily.
Judging.
Bullying.
Pushing.
Mocking.
Hating.
and for what?
What does that do for you...?
Do you feel special?
Do you feel wonderful about yourself?
You hurt someone so badly, they tried to take their own life..
Are you happy now...?
In the end.. the only judgment that matters is Gods.
I know I've made plenty of mistakes.
I know that I'm probably the farthest thing from perfect.
But I also know that I care.
I care about those who are picked on.
I care about those who see no way out.
I care about those who are throwing their lives away because of a rumor.
an ex.
a picture.
a person.
And even though I've been bashing on you...
I care about you too.
I care about what you'll become.
And I'm worried what the world will do to you once you get out of high school. You won't be the biggest or the badest.
You think you're a badass... but wait until you run into a real badass, guns usually end lives.. especially in the hands of one of them.
You might run your mouth at the wrong person... and it will be your end.
I'll cry for you. I'll cry because I never had the guts to stand up to you in high school.
I never told you to grow up.. and I never helped you.
This post is a rambling one.
It's sort of pointless.
But, for now, it's my thoughts down on paper.
[[figuratively of course]]
and now I've got to take action.
In the words of a really good friend...
Jesus said love everyone. JUST DO IT. It's really not that hard.
No one is perfect. Not even you. --Yes you.-- Don't judge people because they're different.
Embrace that difference and love everyone.
Through diversity we become stronger.
So why is it that we strive so hard to be the same?
Why do you try so hard to fit in, when you were born to stand out?
Recently I've contemplated a few things concerning life; namely, love.
Wikipedea describes love as.....
an emotion of strong affection and
personal attachment. Love is also a virtue
representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection
Answers.com said...
[Love is...] A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
Many have written about love.
Many have studied it.
Arguements are based upon it,
and philosophies are created about it.
Thousands of pages, dedicated to understanding and controling love.
So many embark on the journey of love and come up short or even empty handed; been there done that. It's not fun. Taylor Swift lyrics are often heard blasting through the headphones of girls, occasionally boys, of all ages, each song colored with the many emotions that love creates within us; so typical. I know that I've mocked them on numerous occasions, but at times I come to love them and actually [[to my surprise..]] relate to them.
Have you ever just wanted to give up on love? Finding love... searching for love.... waiting for love to come around so that you could finally be happy?
I did that.
I turned my back on love.
[[Not forever, just for a while; I needed to figure life out; you understand]]
....and then on my 18th birthday... I ran into him.
--Love finds you when you're not looking.--
Sometimes you CAN'T control it.
When you're least expecting it, it'll slap you in the face becuase it thinks it's humorous for some unfathomable reason. --I'll admit, when it's not happening to me. I laugh. It is actually quite comical.-
"I don't know a lot about love, but I think I finally understand why people want it so much... It's the closest thing we have to magic."
If there's one thing I know for certain, it is this:
Falling in love is never an easy task. Most of the time it's really really hard; so hard in fact, you might want to give up hope on it all together.
"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day."
-The Notebook
Loving unconditionally is never easy. Loving without expecting anything in return... is terrifying..
My Definition of True Love:
A burning feeling of a million words, yet no way to be described. It just is..
I want to fall in love. I want to be loved.
I may not understand it.. and it may make me more vulnerable than I'd like,
but it's something new, it's something I may be ready to try again.. Maybe, just maybe.
I could name a
thousand or more people who, in my eyes, are pioneers. Every single person I
meet on the street, in line at a grocery market, at school, and even at my
work, I consider to be a pioneer; every single one of them. There are things
that I admire in a person and things that frustrate me. There are things that I
think are beautiful and there are things that make me want to be a better
person. The greatest example of a pioneer in my life, though, is my mother. She
is a true pioneer.
Let’s begin by
defining a pioneer; In my honest opinion, I believe that a pioneer is someone
who’s experienced hard ships, pushed forward in life, put all that they are
into what they do each and every day, love unconditionally, and leave this
world a better place than it was when they first got here.
My mother was born
in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania to her parents Betty and Philip Frees. As far as
I know they weren’t necessarily religious; both of her parents smoked and
drank. Her mother paid little to no attention to her; She’s recanted many a
time when she would hide in her closet, hoping that her mother would come
searching for her, even if it was just to make sure she was alright. On
countless nights she’d hide in her room along with her two sisters, Vicky and
Lisa, and listen to the screaming from the other room fill the air with a
horrible nightmare of fear and despair, as their parents argued once again.
Then one day her mother left with no explanation; she never came back. She left
my mother sitting there wondering what she’d done wrong. She immediately
assumed the role as mother of the home. She cleaned up after her father and
siblings, took care of her little sister, and cooked meals; all at the age of
twelve. She never caught a break.
Growing up my
mother fell in love with a boy who soon thereafter went on a mission. She
waited for him, and when he returned, he wanted nothing to do with her. That’s
how she ended up here, in American Fork, Utah.
My mother has been through hell and back. There are many stories, much more
intimate and tragic, that have occurred in her life. Sometimes life decides to
send a person a single lemon; however, in some cases it sends the entire
orchard of lemon trees and then expects that person to keep the trees in a
well-kept condition as well as make lemonade. This is exactly what happened to
my mother, and she single handedly took on that orchard and turned it into one
of the most beautiful oasis’ this world has the opportunity to witness.
As a child I’ve
always admired my mother for many reasons, mainly because she was my mother.
She was the coolest person I’d ever met, and I grew up wanting to be just like
her. As I grow older I’ve realized that my mother and I have begun to grow
apart. I’m becoming my own person and going through the motions of learning who
I am. Things I do frustrate her, choices I make disappoint her, but no matter
the case she loves the still the same, unconditionally.
My mother bases
her life on hard work. When she performs tasks, it’s all or nothing. If you’re
going to do something, do it right the first time or don’t do it at all. My mom
taught me to clean. I’ve never been so grateful to learn something in my entire
life. As a child, I hated to clean; now that I’ve grown I can see how important
it is to live in a clean environment. My mom showed me that, she taught me to
love it.
My mom is
undoubtedly a pioneer. She may not believe it, but I know it. She’s experienced
so many hard ships and each and every time, she’s come out with a smile on her
face and a little bit stronger. She’s the strongest woman I know. Serving
willingly, loving everyone unconditionally, and taking on the task of raising a
family, which I assure you was no easy task. I admire my mom in many ways, and
I love her more than she will ever be able to comprehend. She has shaped me
into the person I am; she has helped to make this world a better place. She’s a
pioneer.
As a child, I always had an over whelming love for animals; when they died in a movie, my stomach would tighten, and I would find myself crying, asking why they had to die.. Why couldn't it be me instead? I was a dramatic little child in many circumstances, oh wait, still am.
xoxo nikki
Thoughts determine what you want. Actions determine what you get, after a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean possession and company doesn't mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open with the grace of an adult not the grief of a child. And you learn to build your roads today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, that you really do have worth, and you learn..
An old man once
said “There comes a time in life when you walk away from all the drama and the
people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh,
forget the bad, and focus on the good. So love the people who treat you right,
pray for the ones who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy.
Falling down is part of life, getting back up is living.
Shouldn’t life be
about what we will probably miss the most after we die? Think about that and,
as the movie “The Bucket List” pointed out, we should make a list of the things
we want to do before we die, and do some of them!
And in the words
of my grandpa, “May the lord take a liking to you.”
I will be running at least ten miles a day.
(easy stuff I know but I need some energy for P90X afterwards. DUH. What do you think I am? A crazy person?)
I'm also taking on the P90X challenge.
By the end of my 90 days, my abs will resemble.....
THIS....
BAHAHAHA.
and I know you're all thinking it, why on earth do you want to look like that?
It's simple really, I just want to prove that I can do it.
It's in my personality:]
BRING IT ON.
xoxo nikki
PS. I'm getting these new running shoes... hopefully... and I'm sooo super excited! Best day ever. Oh, did I mention...? I'm training for a marathon. :]
"Dear Nikki, I think you're quite beautiful yourself. love, ______"
"We should probably be best friends."
"I'm cool with BECOMING best friends:)"
So, he taught me to longboard... <3
(( I fell for him in one day ))
and we wrote a story together:
We exchanged words of love, we exchanged words of hate.
There were laughs, there were cries.
We kissed eachother, we punched eachother.
There was passion, there was anger.
We sang, we cried.
There were good times,
There were awful times.
We road{longboards} together, we stood together.
Stereo Hearts: Gym Class Heroes.
Everytime I hear that song, I think of you..
It was a bumpy road,
It was on and off.
I gave it all,
He took it all.
and it was wonderful,
but it was so so terrible.
But no matter, it's a good story that we wrote. A short and complicated one, but a good one none the less. They'll make a movie of us, or a statue, or a monument, or something...
The ending: September 2011<3
We spent a few minutes together that night, it was his birthday. Holding hands, hugging, and laughing out loud. It was the end, but neither of us could face it or even say it.
"I'll comevisit you all the time! It's not that far away..."
It was a lie.
&& I knew it.
But I made myself believe it, becuase it was the only way I wouldn't feel broken. He climbed into his truck. I lingered. I didn't want to face that this was really the end. He was really leaving this time. But I didn't cry. I didn't even look sad. And I confidently left him behind after the perfect final kiss and an "I'll see you soon."
But I didn't see him soon.
and I did feel broken.
After it all, I am a better person. I am exactly who I am supposed to be.
Thanks to him for leaving,
and thanks to myself for letting go.
I'm sorry, but I forgive you.
"and I love to forgive and forget, so I'll try to put this all behind us. Just know that my arms are wide open. The older I get, the more that i know. It's time to let this go."
-James morrison
I read Aristotle.
I run for fun and to release my stress.
I smile always.
I laugh at almost everything.
I love with my whole heart.
I fall for men to easily.
I sing loudly and off key ((and pretend I'm someone of great talent))
I've had my heart broken a few times and broken my share of poor saps hearts, searching for the ONE.((the one that I'm not entirely sure exists.))
I'm obsessed with music, longboarding, and chai.
I adore sunflowers, cuddling, and movies.
I dance barefoot in the pouring rain.
I will be a dentist someday.
I love science and math.
I adore my family with my whole heart.
No one really knows me. No one really understands me. ((though many have tried..)) and here's my secret to you... I don't even understand myself. and therefore, any man who wants to try to even attempt fathom the woman that is me, well, I applaud him, and I wish him the best of luck. [[I'll be here by your side every step of the way and I can't wait to attempt understanding you.--Knowing me and my choice in men... you're probably extremely complicated as well. But it's cool. I like a challenge;)-- I will love you with all that I am.
The Tension and the Terror: Straylight Run
--As a little girl I was convinced this song was all about me because I have green eyes:)
yeahhh... it's not.
worst. day. ever.--
I had older brothers, can you tell??
:)
ps. sorry for all of the typos in my last post. we're not sure what happened.. :]
Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it... the more it eludes you.
But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on
your shoulder.
The other day I was asked to define LOVE. How on earth was I supposed to do that..? and WHY should I care enough to put some actual thought into it? Well, as it turned out, I did care. This is what I came up with: True love: A burning feeling of a million words, yet no way to be described.
It just is.
After a lot of contemplating... I finally realized why everybody spends their lives searching for love...
it's the closest thing we have to magic. Well, there's disneyland too, but we all can't afford to live in Disneyland forever. So we settle for love.
:)
How do we find love? Faith. Trust. and of course, Pixie Dust.
--If you find yourself lucky enough to get your hands one som of that dust that, rather than making you sneeze uncontrolably, makes you fly, let me know. Promis? I've always wanted to try flying!--
Although.. until I find love,
You can find me in Disneyland.
I'll be the one flaring my nostrils uncontrolably. ;) ((name that show))
