Just Waiting For Proof That There's Sunsets and Silhouette Dreams

Here I am again, good friends! Today is a good day, a good day for thinking, a good day to reflect on the life.

The beauties of our earth. The beauties of friends. The beauties that we all have.

Car rides and One Direction . . . Man. That stuff made my day. Let me correct myself. I do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT like One Direction, they made my day merely because of the fact that One Direction makes for great conversations, especially when you're in a car with fuzzy maroon seats.

Oh man. Today was actually a really good day.
Problems seem so far away right now. Like, I don't have to worry about them.

I'm finally am finding where I belong.

And it's here.


Sorry guys, but Patroklos is recharging right now. He should be waking up soon. I had to talk to him and apologize for being a bit of a tyrant/slave laborer/jerk/emotionless master. So yeah. We're cool now. I think. Then again, he's a robot, so it's not like he really cares anyways. . . . . Wait, that means . . . . I CAN STILL BE A TYRANT! Three cheers and a swig of rum!

My classes at school may not be the most exciting things that happened since the invention of the Snuggie, but who cares? I know where I'm getting to. I'm getting there. So many problems that everyone has . . . But who doesn't have them? I want to solve all of them . . . I want everyone to be perfect. But it won't ever be. But that's not going to get me down. Because, sometimes, the things that get us down are the things that bring us together.

I've begun to write poems again. And not super-crazy-dark depressing stuff, which is a surprise! I'm finally beginning to pull away from what's been holding me back for all of these years.

And I know that we all have strength to do that.

Even though it's hard to find it in ourselves sometimes. But I know it's there . . . . No longer is everyone the stereo type, but a gem, a precious jewel. We all have scuffs and scratches, we have the colors that make us who we are, but that's us.

And we are all beautiful.

I sound like a sorry sap, but it's really true. There's no one who isn't. Take the worst person in the world, and they still deserve a second chance.

There are mistakes.
But that's not who we are.
We are unstoppable.
We are powerful.
And we are . . . The Elite.

There's no reason I can't break away from the things that I thought kept me apart from others.

I know we'll all make it.

Wherever we're going.




Sorry for the sappy post, again. It's just the mood I'm in, you know?