Free Time?

Lately, I've had a ton of free time. Iz real naice. No marching band, not much homework (since I do it at school), and I can sleep when I really need to. I've been doing a lot of writing. I forgot to post of the poems I wrote two days ago and tonight I just kinda wrote this...thing that doesn't mean too much, just something I felt compelled to write. Since I want to look like I actually have a lot to post, I'm only going to put one up tonight, the thing/paragraph of sorts. It doesn't exactly have a name either, but I felt obligated to give it one, therefore what you see is a tentative, ill-fitting name. Yeah.

Also, I like getting happy surprise notes or just happy surprises. They is nice. Ah laike. Thanks you, I appreciate your beans, dear, as I've said many times before :)

And oh, can't forget a special shout out to a friend who has been long lost to me (for a month or so, at least) for a time, but now is back. I have happiness :) Herro there, missy. Glad to see you back. Be happy, kay?

Alrighty, writing time.

The Underground

Here I am, racing through the dark corridor of the mind, the dark corridor of empty words and forced expressions. Heart pounding, silently, move faster, I run and run. I run because I can, because that is all they cannot take away from me. My life, my image, gone, melted away through reckless action and feeling. So I run, with a passion I haven't felt in a long time. I'm so consumed, so blinded, but it drives me, it is my life, with it I am human. I need it and it needs me, but I don't want it. My battered feet push faster, harder, against the grimy floors, I'm not sure that I won't slip. Just the endless expanse of black brick, slick with the drainage of this city, flowing, the river of death. And it leads me to the underworld. My teeth clench when I wheel around and around, desperately searching for a sign, a break in the conformity, so monotonous, it drills and I am helpless to stop it. Stop, they said, stop and give it a rest for a while. They don't understand. I would if I could, but I can't. See the halt, sweat beading in the corners and my hands clenched, open, close, open, close. Drops of blood trickle off my hand from where my fingernails have bitten into my skin, they have only done what they were told, the fault is mine. God, that isn't important right now. Focus, focus, keep your head in the game and don't screw it up like you did the last time. They said there was a ladder, just a mile back and forth, and the light. I thanked them, but what help were they? Back and forth, to and fro, I need a real sense here, not just the little game of hide and seek they loved to play. They had time to play, those rogues; we never saw anything other than the dusty coal mines they so depended on. So this was just another game. I need the portal, I need the way out. Now. Ba bum. Ba bum. Silence for a while. Helps me think as I run. A halt. Clang. Then nothing.

 Yepp, that's all I have for now. Have a lovely evening, have happiness, do well in yo studies, etc. Tata for now!

P.S. Be sure to wish on 11:11 tomorrow. I mean, hey, don't you want to say you wished on 11/11/11 11:11? :) And what if your wish really does come true? Keep the mind open to the possibilities!

I'm out :)