Till I’m there,
Aww, yet another day full of passions that glide in beauty’s wake. As its love lights my world the scents of roses and flowers bring me through the times when inner strength is flawed and all around you villains scream.
At first it almost seemed that I was doomed. That everyday would be as typical as the last. That everyday there would be ignorence oozing beneath my feet. That everyday a tear would silently drip. That everyday the life of me would be tortued as if I was a bug to squash, as if I was merely a small bee, buzzing about to tend to my little garden, all alone. At first it almost seemed as if life was an empty puddle, polluted with filthy mud.
But then I realized, as long as their is a way without ignorence, as long as I have a dream, there will be an end to my fitting. Once I close the door, I can lock it, I can leave it shut forever. And as I sought this path, I knew, I deeply knew, that this was dishonest. I knew that no matter how hard I wish to be different I cannot regrow my roots. You can only watch as I flourish with flowers and roses; you can only watch as each petal gives a kiss. For where is truth when every day I digest your sickening lies, your hateful words??
No, my identity won’t be detained and delivered by injustice! My identity won’t be lost in your glaring eyes, I won’t submit. Because I can smell it, I can smell that sweet nector dancing upon the wind, trailing behind a bee, a bee whose not degraded, a bee who lives not alone, but with all the love in my heart. I won’t take your dirt. This world isn’t only yours, my life is free, and so I can live it free. You won’t stop me, I won’t diminish as I gaze at the clouds above, at the love to which I will glimpse full of glee, everyday.
My inner being, my true world, it will never stunt, for it will grow, grow up, up, and up till I’m there, with white specks upon blue skies.
Aww!! So beautiful. Can’t wait 4 your next 1.
Thanks.
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This Topic was very emotional for me. I have cried about it. I was being very genernal in there at certain parts, but it still hinted at what’s “really really” going on. I hope no one figured it out…….so No guessing!
that was so good i would never be able to write as good as you no matter how hard i try, words just come so easy to you (turn in your magazine)
Thank you Eleni.
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But I’ve seen your writing, it’s good to! =]
(oh, but I’ve heard the English teacher say that at a certain point you can’t turn in projects that are really late. So, uh oh….
i dont understand it but this is my favorite i will become a usual blog reader now
It seems very emotional Its sad that “every day a tear would silently drop”
so im close to clueless althogh if iwas clueless iwouldnt have a clue… I think AHHhhhh!!!! my brain hurts
and about what it really REALLY is ive come to 5 conslusions although 3 of wich involve the mountain dew thing
Yeah, I wrote that when I was really angry and put out.
Rachel, tell us your conclusions with mountain dew involved! xD
*On a side note: Yay, Eleni has become an official reader!
Here are my 3 conclusions:
1. You got cheated by that darn mountain dew salesman >:(
2. You found an empty mountain dew can that was carelessly droped
3.You drank to much mountain dew
*Side note on the side note: how do u become an official reader?
aww, that’s beautiful.
You are so passionate about your writing, that’s not easy to find in guys…
I can’t think of anything to write about on my blog! I have so much stuff goingon in my life, but it’s been hard for me lately to put it in2 words.
Rachel: None of those are true!
Except maybe the mountain dew can…
Nina: Thank you,
I found your blog, most unique in taste, like an oatmeal cookie baked nice and crispy, with tangy raisens, a dash of dark chocolate chip, and a half glass of Sprite on the side.
And don’t worry about writer’s block. I admit, I have been a victim of it at times….
Deep in my past, I once had another blog, one more mysteriously and “open” toward lesser ideas. As this heavey wheel slowly turned, I drifted off in thought, and began to take long pleasent breaks. Till one day, I had finally recieved a revelation, that I had to sharpen my opinions and catagorize them into precise titles. To this I would then use to substitute and bring order to a crazy world where thoughts and ideas were always present, just they were merely too busy in a bar or sick from feasting on the brains of goats. Yes that day was an awakening for me to create my new blog, under the name of TelepathicPebble.
Huh?
What do you mean by “huh?”
what do you mean by feasting on brains of goats?
and why are U in a bar?
The goats, well, I don’t know what I mean there.
The bar, I meant the thoughts and ideas were too busy at the bar and feating on goat brains. xD
oh i get it …. I think