As I was sitting in the hallway, waiting for class to start, I saw this little crumbled dried up leaf on the ground close to where i was sitting. As people were walking by the leaf every one walked over the leaf or kicked it but mo one ever stepped on it and crushed it. So i got to thinking what if we are kinda like the leaf: we fall and get hurt(in the leaf's case dried up), and everyone tip toes around our feelings and breezes by but no one comes and steps on us and puts us out of our misery(or helps us with our problems). Nevertheless there is always that one person that cares about us enough to take it upon them self to step on us and help, at least they were kind enough to stop and admire our colors for who we are.
I hate being alone, alone means quiet, quiet means loudness of the mind. Being alone in the quiet and the loudness means having to be sucked into my own mind and having to surrender to the crazy, horrible and vivid imagination of the surreal.
Some times in the deepest of deep darkness there is a little bit of light that shines through all the craziness and depression.Some times that light leads you out of the darkness and you might feel that if that light would ever fade you would fall back in to the darkness and be lost for ever. That's how it is for me some times but i have found my guiding light and i don't intent to lost track of him and he doesn't intend one letting me get lost in a world of darkness. My light is my world now and i love him with all my heart and i will be leaving to dark behind and focusing on my light.
