Dear World

Dear World,

I regret to inform you that I no longer consider myself to be a part of you. The contract between the both of us is binding. Although I will still be living and roaming amongst you, I will not be a part of you. I will be starting a revolution against the things which you have created. As people look upon us I would not like to be tattooed with your creations. I would like to withdraw all considerations of labeling me with wars and weapons, armies and advertising, prejudice and pride, selfishness and starvation, sex and seduction, turmoil and treachery, money and mayhem, greed and government. I am sorry, but I will not conform to your ways.

It's not you, it's me...ok it's you.

Your way is cool and all, but it just never seems to fill my satisfaction. It is like I am trying to fill up this hole and the stuff you have just doesn't fit. I have found another world, another kingdom that fills this hole. It's the only one that can fill anyone's hole. So if you know anyone else that isn't satisfied or happy with you, send them on over. There is always room for more.

I hope there are no hard feelings,
Mat Pautsch

I Want To Write To You

I would have written something to you today
But fate would have it, that it is not the way
So maybe I should write you something to say
Would that point you in the right way?

I would have told you how I feel
But then that would break my seal
The love of my heart won't peel
It only moves like a wheel

Grab on, hold on tight
Cause this thing is about to take flight
No thanks, it's already got a light
And yes, it does turn right

Keep holding on, it's about to explode
Cause love can take off quite a load
There is no need to break the code
It's already free, like an open road

So here I write, fingers flowing fluently
Writing to you, hopefully not to prudently
Wishing it not to forward, or to rash
Or maybe to fast, like a mad man dash

I dreamt of you in the fog
So I ran back with a jog
Jumped over a log
And wrote you this blog

Because I want to write to you...

Cure Me

I watched A Christmas Story tonight. You know, the "You'll shoot your eye out" movie. I enjoyed it, sitting down on the floor, drinking some water.

It's been a stressful time throughout the last couple of weeks. It has had its ups and downs, all-nighters and naps. I asked and I am still asking a lot of questions during this time. Not out loud to anybody, but only to myself. Sometimes I would scream it to myself and other times I would write it down. I would get angry, writing all my problems down. I would type and type screaming at myself and at others for bringing the rocky roads and the sleepless nights.

I hate it.

Everything is piling up. School, life, friends. The weight is getting unbearable. Crying won't help, as much as I try. A hug might help, but I won't feel anything. So I close my eyes so I can see nothing around me but blackness. Everything around me is gone. It is peaceful, but never lasts.

But tonight I watched A Christmas Story. About half-way through the movie I felt a calmness, a head on my shoulder. No head was there, but it felt like it was. It brought a smirk to my face, and breath of fresh air. A new feeling in my heart strings. People I don't even know, laughing together, that's a cure. You might not know there name or where they're from but you enjoy one another, laughing.

So laugh, love, and live.