Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Home Opener

there's turbulence in everyones skies
and the higher you fly the more I feel it.

There's this certain feeling I get from writing. I could never stop. A ton of thought's are going to come through here and that's fine with me. I'm tired of so much right now. I'm sick of the world taking advantage of me, my thoughts, my choices, my money and my life. I'm moving forward now.

I'm writing for myself. This is for me. Don't give this a "style" or put this in a format. I'm just a kid. I'm the toy that sits on the bottom of the bucket; the one that made it's way there after years of not being wanted. There's still something there though... and this is it.