Writing

My favorite type of writing

is when I'm in the zone

I'm typing

no hesitations

just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile

spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals

The agony of the human race

simple creatures

snickering at my poetry 

banging their fists against their heads

stalling work

reading mushy parts of books they pretend not to enjoy

saying stupid things

If I was an octopus and was able to change what I look like at will, I think that it would be very strange. Even though it would feel strange, it would feel normal at the same time. 

In my mind

"Thanksgiving" has warped definition

twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people

it used to be a holiday of celebration;

now it's harsh and revealed and true

it's cruel and violent

I never wanted him to let me go… I just wanted the old him. But I guess letting me go was the best option for him. Still, it hurts to think that those times are now just memories.

Snow makes me feel sad. But also like I'm at peace. Almost like I'm dead. I can have so much fun in the snow with friends and all the activities there are, but it can be scary when you're alone. Snow makes me think; it makes me think hard.