Should start now

Should I make my start here?
Now while I feel I can wait no longer.
Or shall I wait and let the clock tic a little longer?
Waiting for it to say 11:oo.
Hmmmmmm, I think not.
Tic-toc, tic-toc.

Unexpected.

What was expected didn't happen,
What happened was not expected.


(I think this is an original saying, but if I'm quoting someone from somewhere then congrats, your mind is as cliche as mine right now.)

Though I must admit that if what I was expecting to happen came to be, than that would have been no fun at all. At the very lest, this amuses me greatly.

Strange

As the days go by, I can see how much things are becoming unraveled.


......And I wonder if this is the end.....................or the beginning.

Early Morning Breeeze

The night air sweeping in from the open patio door brought little comfort. I sit here knowing full well this is my moment, over shadowed by cliche and over dramatized by my own thoughts; this is my calm before the storm. Tomorrow will be busy (the pirate pak promo will turn it into a gong show). The day after will be long. Friday........will be interesting. No, no, time is against me the clock is long past midnight, my "tomorrow" has already come, as everything else in my life, it has come too soon, and I know that I am unprepared. But for once as I sit here I cant help but smile, because for once I can see the storm coming. Though my instinct tells me to run, I know in advance that I will not move. Stubbornness aside, this time I will not move because in part it is I that allowed the storm to brew........then en kindle it. Yes it is I the co-creator, and therefore as equally responsible. True, I could call it all off, the violence of the storm would dissipate, the wind would die down by the time of its arrival the rain would be but a soft drizzle as the dark clouds pass by over head. But I'll be damned if I let that happen. No! No, I want to see the lightning split the sky, I want to hear the thunder roll and I want to feel the rain. I want the storm, I want know I'm still alive.



(Only because it amuses me to see how long I can keep this going for, going to make an attempt on have an active blog. Not that I got very far the first time around but it will give me something to do in the days ahead^-^)

In or out of the box?

Staring out the window, gazing at the patches of snow still half covering the mountain side, a wash of white and brown and blue. From my seat here in the computer lab of the library I have but a tiny vantage point of the world to gaze at; held in perfect sync beyond these walls I allow myself to slip away. I see a figure standing on the hillside observing the city below; the lights begin to twinkle as dusk sets in. Upon further examination I discover that the figure is me, and I would stand there for hours, my bare feet covered in the remnant of the last snowfall. I suppose the power to withstand extreme temperatures-both hot and cold-would not seem very super, but when I consider that anything more than that would take away from the fun of my own efforts to stand outside the social bubble labeled "normal" I just don't think that I would want it.

To feel the soft and gentle caress of fire licking my finger tips would give me simple pleasure. Not that I would ever want to control something so close to perfection, but to hold back neither fear nor curiosity of fire, this is what smiles are born of.

And who wouldn't want to be happy?