If you want something, reach out and grab it.

Stand on your toes and stretch out your fingers, extending your self to your goal.

Nothing is stopping you. Time does not wait for anyone, so what are you waiting for?

The obstacle comes in accepting that if you are unhappy in your life, you must look inside. You have nobody else to blame; negativity felt externally is a mere reflection of within. Giving up the comfort of a scapegoat is not easy.

Everything is yours. All you need is to reach out and grab it.

do you see the purple pillows

beneath my lower lashes

or do you need a tour

of the bruises and the gashes

does the redness of my eyes

give you any hint

or must I illustrate

where my smile went

hood up

head down

eyes narrowed

silent frown

please tell me

friend of mine

do you really

think I'm fine

"These are the days that rarely come," she said to me. "You know? It's not every day that I get to see you. You're either stuck at college or working or whatever...It's good to have you back."

As we sat together on the old, wooden swing on her front porch and watched as the cars passed us by in a way that seemed to slow down time, she scooted closer to me until our legs were touching. Then she grabbed hold of my hand and wove her fingers between mine, and I could feel our pulses beating out of time. The weather was beginning to settle into deep autumn. The leaves were changing, dying, and falling. The air seemed to slow everything down.

I took a sip of my water bottle that I had stuck between my legs, and then I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes seemed to no longer radiate. Her cheeks seemed to have lost complexion. Her hair seemed to fall dead across her shoulders. As we sat there in uncomfortable silence, she steadily pushed the swing back and forth. Eventually, she grew tired of neither of us talking, and she said, "So how's school going?"

"It's going, I guess. I do, however, enjoy my classes. In my literary theory class the professor brought up a good point as to that some resolutions to conflicts can not really be resolutions at all but just an interpretation."

"Hmm. I need to tell you something...It's important." She then stood up and stretched her legs while I still sat on the swing.

"What is it?"

"I'm pregnant..." She turned her head away from me, and when she turned back, her eyes were red while a tear trickled down her cheek. We both then stayed there in silence for a few moments before I spoke up to somehow give her a sense of reassurance.

"It'll be okay. Tomorrow I'll call in an appointment at the abortion clinic for you."

She gently wiped a tear from her eye, and then her voice began to choke up. "It's just...It's just that it's not that simple, Mark. I wish it was. But this is a child we're talking about. A child's life is at stake." She sat back down again, and then I stood up and walked away. The gentle breeze hit my skin, and I felt a shiver up my spine. I walked to my car and opened the door. "Mark!" I heard her exclaim. "Mark! Come back! Let me explain! Listen!" Then she rubbed her forehead with her thumb and middle finger. "Okay, fine. I'll get an abortion. I'll get a damned abortion! Are you happy now?"

I got into my car, put the key in the ignition, and drove off. For some unknown reason, fury fumigated inside of me like never before. On the way home, I was listening to Lithium, and "Brick" by Ben Folds Five came on. Then I saw that she was my brick, and I was the one that was drowning slowly. She was the brick that tied me to the ground, and I was going nowhere.

Omg his butt is eating his sweats and his arms are so bulky he can't even wipe his ass properly. Wonder if they make meat-head ass wiping extenders?

Hwarf

Too much shoe and bad form. Reeks of injury and blow out.

All the cool toys are in the personal fitness area... And I'm not a trainer on staff. Kinda wish I was. Kinda.

But then; Ebola. Sweat. Ewww

I wish I had the Bill Murray set up from Zombieland hahaha

It's hard to realize that somewhere in between your daily routine of waking up, going to school/work, coming home, eating dinner, taking a shower, watching tv, reading a book, and then laying yourself to sleep once more- somewhere in there is a life. And before you know it, you along with everyone else, you have stories to tell. I looked around my school today and I realized, these are people I pass everyday. We probably do the same things like wake up at about the same time, eat breakfast, go to school, get home, take a nap and so on. And though we do the same things, we live completely different lives and so that's why I think that it's good to pay attention to others because we all need it sometimes and if we just paid attention we wouldn't be so blind to the significant things

Aww man how could I get sick the day before we go to that swing time 1940's event at the college? It's ok, it's ok, I can just take my meds and sleep today and all will be better tomorrow. I hope. Man it's such a pain trying to curl my hair like Marilyn Monroe, and that makeup. Sheesh kudos to her for looking so nice all the time, and with a lack of technology like today. Eh I need a cough drop and some food. Well that's times up for me.

3:13

I don't want it to be about Nuclear fallout. That's been done, and it's less about the what than the after when Aunt Margaret gets so desperate for food she makes puppy chow of FiFi the bichon. Biological warfare's a thing too and it's been done but less, and I could toy with that whole manipulating genetics thing and the moral grey of eugenics. But lightly on the last. Don't want folks to think I've got an axe to grind. And I could have a sort of manic pseudo religious government or something, kids whose grandparents got effected and kids who didn't, pure and impure but a title less cliché. Not too heavy on the evil government though because dystopia's sort of overdone. I mean I liked the Hunger Games for what it was but, I wonder, was anybody else bothered that during mortal peril nobody cussed? Like, "oh shit, he's about to go all acupuncture on me with that javelin."

3:14

How do all these people commute every day? I'm so tired and it's only day three. I wonder what they do in the city and why they don't just live there instead. Well, I know. The city is the city, no place for kids to run around. Thank god I didn't live there growing up.

I hope I find an apartment soon.

I love this song... One Republic's "I Lived." It's beautiful. I probably shouldn't be writing right now, but oh well. I want to do the religion challenge, next, but at the same time I don't know if I will... People judging me has made me self-conscious, I suppose. My room is so purple, I love it. Okay, my minute's up and this doesn't make any sense! Yay.