It's Good To Be Back

So I slept til 12 something today. I had my home-made pizza bagel (you should try one, they are delicious).

I know my blogs are bleh...I must be easy to read on these posts...or very confusing. 1 or the other...

Anyways I feel much better. I usually stumble a lot in the beginning, but I tend to figure out how to work around it (the stump).

Though "it" is still there I am not like I was last night. I have untied the knots on the string. I have been dealing with some things today (not what I planned at all), but know I have settled disputes between her and brother.

NOW, I can say it.

I feel good.

I should start posting more creative writings rather than treating this like my diary (except that it's not fully personal because I leave out the details [the names and such])...vague...

Okay...maybe I will write a short little poem right now... Here it goes. (WARNING: May be cheesy)

Waiting for the elevator

You were the first to make conversation.

Instead though I said nothing, not a glance

I didn't know if you saw me, I feared.

I felt bad. I am not like this.

You're a friendly guy, why wasn't I?

Wishing I spoke, but then

assumed we would never meet again.

It's just one person, one wrong impression.

Again class has shaken me up

I can't take it. I can't quit shaking.

As I left class the sky was sheeted gray

With the the dark blue bleeding all over the page

Why did I not bring my umbrella? Why today?

A call...a friend. :) She sounded troubled. :(

It's starting to drip, time to speed up the pace.

It's thundering time to tighten up the lace.

Inside, my heart is shaking

I am shaking

My binder is my only protection

The pages are running, I am too

The puddles show my reflection

Why can't I quit shaking?

There is only emptiness

On the paths. No one to be seen

No one until I saw you

Guilt was awaking like a horrible dream

Why can't I quit shaking?

Somehow I got in front of you.

Then you got in front of me.

Cat and Mouse, a game for two?

We both recognize each other.

Was it possible to make thing better?

I feel good, knowing it got better.

Running side by side, no umbrellas.

We probably looked like a couple of goofs,

but it didn't feel that way running with you.

We reached our same destination.

And I have stopped shaking.

Waiting for the elevator.

We laughed about having the same class.

You were the first to let me in.

It is nice to meet you Mark. :)

Okay I tried. The story has been altered a little, but it makes it rhyme a little better.

Oh yeah, this is part of the story I never told you about. :D

Well...I told you most of the part o f it...yeah :D

Dang it. I was suppose to not write about my life.

Next time...maybe. :>