<sub>I wanted to kiss a color,
but they told me I was blind.
It tasted like spiced death.
And cans of soup on a June night.
I wanted to kiss you.

All that I could mumble.
And it was this:
The cutting clarity of December,
It hath arrived.
I wanted to kiss you, I realized.</sub>

"Indeed, inspire me, and we shall very soon see."

I feel like I'm sitting inside a slushie cup of emotions. It's
absolutely debilitating for me, I no longer feel emotionally
sound. I need to get out of this funk, soon. I am either
missing the sun or I am depressed. I pray it is the former.
Although, seeing as how it is newly winter with gray skies, I
kind of doubt that I'll see the sun very often. I think I need to
get happy or maybe just go on a binge and write horrendous
things for a whole day. Not stopping to edit or tweak; post as
was written: sloppy and undesirable. Like my life at the
moment.
I'm going to be writing a lot of nothing for the next few days. I'll
try to write happy and up-beat. But first, virginvisions has
inspired me to write about a photo. Here is the deal: Boy and
Girl are in a relationship, Girl snaps a photo of Boy, Boy looks
like he knows the sad truth about to be confessed; he is
soul-staring into Her.
_{(By the by, most of my work is me as the character, in a world
envisioned through strong emotions. As if you didn't know that already,
pssh. You are smart.) (another note: the quotes; i make them up on
an hourly basis. i live by some.)}
EDIT: I am going to write about my "Jew Hair" I am sorry if that
offends you, I'm not Jewish but I suppose I look like it. I don't know,
I call it "Jair". I made a presentation in English class and was Paralyzed!
I'll write about that experience and how I want to be my own person.
Most of this will likely be a sort of mind cleansing for me, so bear with me?
Also, I will write about my friends and people in my life.
Here is a list.
1. Taylor C.

2. Sharon M.

3. Nathan S.

4. Taylor H.

5. Harry M.

6. Cheltzie K.

7. Ben W. (I touched his shoulder-blade and felt the sharpness of silence)

8. Dylan R.

9. Zach S.

10. Trevor (Always falling as his hands beat against imagined drums and cymbals, a wooden drumstick in hand.)

11. Ashely R.

12. Tripp

13. Garrett M.

14. Asia B.

15. Brad J. (I really don't like him, he calls me short repeatedly)

16. Sarah F.

20. Taylor S. (Me. If you want, although it wouldn't be very good, I might write about me but I have a long way before I would be able to.)

"Indeed, what sprawling wonders will await thee."