Sand in my shoes.

I love being a teenager.

"Happy girls are the prettiest."-Audrey Hepburn

You know all of the planets have different orbits, but they're all still planets?
That's how me and my best friends are. Catherine, Jordan, Brooklyn, Lexie. It's like..if someone were to put all four of us together as one person, we'd be perfect. :)
Catherine is like the flowers. She makes everything beautiful. She's still there and still growing under the worst conditions.
Brooklyn is like the water. An ocean or something. She's graceful. She knows like..everything. Whenever life gets dry, the tide comes in. Brooklyn comes in and brings the life back.
Jordan is like the sun. She just..I don't know. She shines. She lights up the room. Being around here is like in Summer, when the sun is out all day and you just want it to stay there and never leave. She watches over the things she loves and warms them whenever they need it.
Me, I'm like the wind.
We complete each other.
And that keeps us together.





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Clicking Machines

Six hours, one room, forty-two ceiling tiles, twenty-seven cords, seven doctors,and nine clicking machines. It's hard to hate hospitals because they help so many people. But at the same time, they destory them. I was there for hardly anytime, but while I was I was so inspired.
Travis, the x-ray technician who quite obviously wore Axe, put me in a wheelchair and took me to the lab. I was fascinated. The hospital. It's so huge.
"Hospitals are really big." I told Travis when we left the ER wing.
"Pardon?" He didn't hear me. I mumble.
"The hospital. It's really big." I hate repeating myself.
"Hahaha." How was that funny? "Yeah. It's kind of a maze around here."
"Like highschool.." I said to myself. Travis didn't hear me.

Then, I went back to my room and the PA turned on some random TV channel.
This show about hoarders was on. I learned that a hoarder is someone who keeps stuff. Like, everything. EVERYTHING. Trash, take out boxes, wrapping paper, hangers, mail. Every. Thing. The hoarder lady was being interviewed about a plastic hanger. The interviewer asked what was important about it. "Well, I've never been one for crafts. I was thinking I could give it away. To someone who likes crafts. And they could crush it into little pieces and they could make something out of it. If I found someone, I'd crush it up myself for them. I would put it in a little box and everything and take it to them, myself. As long as they'd use it."
A hanger. Hoarding is considered a mental disability.
Anyways. It made me think. Some people are hoarders like..with their lives. They never let things go. They hold onto one trace of every memory, every emotion, every experience. They don't forgive. They don't forget.They just let every bad thing in their life pile up, and drown them. Don't be like that.
I can't stand being in a hospital room, with nurses outside that yell at you when you just get up and walk out. I did that. I was so confined, I just got up and left. Then they all got fierce and said I had to wait for them to take out my IV and some other crap that I didn't hear because I was mad. I am the WIND. Geez.
But when they did let me out, I went outside and looked up at the sky. There were no stars, because I was by so much city. The sky wasn't dark blue, it was like..brown. But somehow, it was still perfect. A blue-brown starless sky is so much better than forty-two ceiling tiles and nine clicking machines.

Don't you know?

I'm desperate for a beginning.

Open your eyes.

What is life, if not passionate?
It's nothing.
Everything done should be done with passion.
Everything loved should be loved passionately.
If you're passionate about nothing, what is there to live for?
Truly life is like...a forest. Umm. A tree for every passion. In the center, empty. The center is where you can go to lay on your back and watch the sun soak the sky. You stand and feel the wind wrap around you, encase you in thoughts and dreams, that's what the center's for. The center is to remind you that there is always room for more passion.
Everyday you should feel. Everyday should be felt.
People these days, they don't FEEL anymore. This fishbowl life is all they need. They say they want to go somewhere and be someone, but if they truly did the would.
Live with passion. Sleep with passion. Walk with passion. Laugh with passion. Love with passion. Know with passion. Dream, believe, hope, feel with passion.

Wonderland

How do you know that everything you imagine isn't real to someone else?

Sunrise Romances

I've always liked sunrises more than sunsets.
I think it's because sunsets come at the end of the day. They signify an ending.
But sunrises, are like a new start.
With the warmth of every purple, red, orange, yellow ray comes a second chance.
The most beautiful thing I've seen isn't the ocean, or the moutains, or the stars. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen is a 4am sunrise. I won't go into detail of why I was even awake at 4am, but I will say I was on a horse. Me, a horse, and one magnificent purple sky in which hung a bright ornament. The sun.
With each rise of the sun, comes a beginning.