i vs. you

I sometimes wonder what the the world sees when they look into my life. What do I look like? What does my aura feel like? Are my eyes really that big, and do i really laugh as much as everyone says I do? Are my morals and standards strange to some, or are they clear cut and respectable? what about my trials? Everyone always says that i hide my things well, but is that the truth? Am i good at keeping the world out of my small bit of hell?

These questions asked, i'm glad for whatever the world sees me as. I'm perfectly happy with my appearance. I do my best to send out positive vibes. I'm completely content with the things i stand for, in fact i am more than happy to spend my life standing for something. Most importantly, i wouldn't trade my small bit of hell for anything. I have constantly been reminded how beautiful the hardships i face are and how grateful i am to deal with the things i do. With every inch of hell i faithfully face i am rewarded with a mile of heaven.

Once these thoughts clear my mind, i wonder what it would be like if i was unexpectedly given someones else's life. Would I be content? Would i face life with as much grace as the one before me did? Would my past life benefit my new one, or would it affect at all if i sank or swim? 

And again i am reminded how beautiful my life is. I wouldn't last one minute in someone else's shoes, and quite frankly, i am perfectly fine with that. I love this life i was given.

Truth.

Dusk and Summer

“…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.”

 “The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...”

 “Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under!”

No Handlebars.

 For now, life is perfect. The breeze is cool and the lighting is beautiful. The crickets chirp with such ease while the city below buzzes and twinkles with street lights and cars. The last drops of sunlight are slowly disappearing behind the rolling mountains that protect the place I call home. For just a moment life is frozen into a perfect moment of serenity. All that mattered this morning suddenly seems but a small flicker of time. Things are okay, everything is peaceful, and I know because of this quiet moment that everything will be alright.

 Tonight, my life is a beautiful thing.

H.O.P.E.

New Life

She said I think I'll go to Boston

I think I'll start a new life, 

I think I'll start it over,

Where no one knows my name.

Ill get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,

I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain.

Oh yeah I think I'll go to Boston,

I think that I'm just tired.

I think i need a new town, to leave this all behind.

I think I need a sunrise,

I'm tired of the sunset,

I hear its nice in the summer,

some snow would be nice, oh yeah.

You dont know me,

You dont even care. 

Shh..

Anchor.

Occasionally, I miss the past.

:(

Lets not forget who we really are.

Dangerous.

 

The TV’s blaring, the radio is turned up loud 

Maybe then I’ll sleep well, maybe then I’ll drown you out 

Don’t want to think much I don’t want to reminisce 

 'Cause love songs and poems have all lead, they’ve all led me to this

 
It’s dangerous to be sleeping alone

  And it’s way, way, way 

It’s way to cold to be at home

 
I’ve locked up tightly I must say I’ve had my doubts

  'Cause they will kick and they will scream 

But there’s no way they’re ever getting out

  They breathed fresh air once, a long time, a long time ago

  And now stuck up inside my head, how they ever gonna grow?

 
It’s dangerous, to be sleeping alone

  And it’s way, way, way It’s way to cold to be at home

  And I am what I am, yes I am what I am  

It ain’t that bad 

What I’m trying to say here is not worth  

It’s not worth your time 

I’m just a lonely, a lonely love sick boy with my rhyme

 
It’s dangerous to be sleeping alone  

And it’s way, way, way  

It’s way to cold to be at home  

And I am what I am, yes I am what I am 

 It ain’t that bad
 

And even the toughest white boy  

Yes, even the baddest white boy  

He still gets sad

Dangerous By Joshua James

Swim.

To Do List Number 20

Swim in the Ocean.

 

Graduation.

To Do List Number 8

Graduate High School

Scared As Hell.

"im really not as stubborn as i seem"

said the knuckle to the concrete.

This Place That I Live

My home is beautiful.

Grandpa.

"Do you follow me?"

I have the best Grandpa in the entire world.

The Italian Bistro

I've experienced several different kinds of love in this little Italian cafe tonight. Love of friends, love of a young couple, love of a husband and wife, love of a family. Selfish love as well as selfless love. Everlasting love and short lived loved. No matter what kind of love there is present, it is still existent in every life that walks through those glass doors. Love makes the world turn. Love creates joy and heartache and in return heals the ache. Love produces tears, both happy and sad. Love gives us reason to live. Love makes us do things we never thought we would. Love pushes our potential and molds us into who we are. Our souls thrive on the love of another. Without love, we are nothing.

Captain.

                "Will you be my 

 Valentine Forever?"

 "Valentines is for Lover's"

                                                  "So what are we?"

                                                                                    "Best Friends."

  

Smile, Hipster! :]

This Place That I Live

Thailand.

Where do you see yourself in one year?

I'm counting on being here.

Happiness.

Lately, I have been happy. 

Happy in my soul. Happy like I am right on track. I'm going exactly in the right direction, I'm right where I should be. I'm becoming the person I want to be, and I'm sharing it with the people closest to me. I know that who I am, what I believe, and what I want in life is good enough and very much worth going through all sorts of trials. I've felt so happy that even when I become angry or feel anxiety, I keep my head up. I keep my heart focused on the things that really matter, and my happiness overcomes my anger. I'm excited to start my life. I have plans and goals. I also know that it's okay to have fun. There's nothing wrong with a little excitement in life. It's been a long time since I've had a zest for living like this, and I'm diving right in.

I am happy.

1/12

When is my best going to be good enough?