The Sky is Falling!

I am not the person that sees a shooting star and makes a wish. Who looks at it and thinks of the person they have always wanted and imagines them together. I do not pick up pennies heads up only, in hopes of a better day. That is ridiculous, immature, and quiet frankly a load of hogwash.

At one point I was. I was weak and pathetic. I would pin wishes on stars and holding my breath through tunnels. I depended on those little good luck charms to make things happen, to absolutely no avail.

I look at shooting stars and know how great things are. I see the beauty in them and realize that the beauty seen there is also in every aspect of life. In love, happiness, and wonder. In fantasy, imagination, and creation. It is the spark that makes life worth living.

Cool Off Man

Off to the mysterious Land of Zea... Should be interesting, maybe I will find a new calling down there, or just hang out for awhile, cool part is, if I get bored down there I'm so close to Australia I could hope over.

Already this post has pissed me off, I don't like hearing myself talk, or reading it for that matter. Um yeah...

Okay why am I bitter all of a sudden? I dunno life is just that way sometimes I guess.

Take it easy.