Solitude is Freedom, Loneliness is a Prison

    It might be just the Chex mix and earliness talking but, it seems to me like every dance is made to portray a natural or common motion that accures in life.

 Why isn't anybody exploring the unknown? Why isn't anybody dancing motions no ones done or seen?

 Isn't the point of dance to escape? well then lets escape from this universe baby, boldy dance what no one's danced before.

 to music never heard or played. because music played on the contineous loop of day in and day out is just like background noise, static to our existance between the finely tuned stations layed out before us. 

babies crying, sirens blaring, the screams for help. Things that used to get our attention now only faint, blurry, beeps and taps we've numbed ourselves out on. like the callouses on the hands of the musician playing the songs never heard to the dancers who dancer non-existant dances to escape the babies crying and the screams for help. knowing full well that no matter how long they dance that dance that all of that noise and unrest will be waiting for them after, like a nagging sore that comes before that callouse.

 Only a few more rubs until the dance goes numb and we're back at square one. where are we now? folks, where are we now? On that Contineous loop of static babies, calloused hands and dancers searching for some peace.

Round and a round the loops gains speed and keeps gaining speed until someone dances that dance thats never been dance until its danced and we find its the keep to turn off that loop and put it away and go home to sleeping babies and safe quiet homes until the next time we feel like going dancing.

Moral of the story is, less chex, more sleep.

Times come and Times go.

It's always time for something,

Time is neverending yet, always manages to run out.

Run out on every one of us,

Like the flakey friend who is always invited,

But never shows up and when he does,

He always takes off with his full agenda.

Making you feel like an insecnificant use of his Time.

Can Time have Time?

Does he always have Time?

Or does he never have Time?

Can he never find the Time?

Losing himself in the wirlwind matrix that is time,

Does he ever take Time off from the search of Time?

I know how time feels, I've lost so much Time.

Time thinking of you.

Time with you.

Stripped from the loose grasp that I had upon the concept.

Thrown into a black hole, nothing can escape a black hole, not even time.

Time himself is the black hole, from which nothing can escape.

Time gets sucked into the black hole of Time while taking his Time.

Taking time off from his search of Time.

Which can never seem to be found.

But has anyone looked for him in the black hole of Time?

The delemma is Timeless, Which really can't exist.

Just like our time, non-existant.

Unless we can make it to where all Time, even non-existant time congrigates.

If this is going to work take the Time to find the Time and meet me.
At the International Dateline.

 
Ever been interested, attracted, or just liked someone is a different social group? well if you haven't i'm here to tell you its not too great. So i've kinda liked this girl for awhile now i would see her in the halls and thought she was cute and all that crap. Since then i've had a class or two with her and see seems really cool. problem is shes pretty much one of the cool kids, and me, not so much and its just human nature to not be interested in things below you. if she has any opinion of me at all its that i'm the scummy long haired weird kid who sits on the wall and is weird....its discouraging indeed.

991.4 miles away but she still kept me going, the reason i would get up in the morning the reason i did mope around all day. talking to her made me feel like there was more to my pitiful existance than just being the moron who is quietly screwing up his life, whos demise is slowly adding up until the day it sinks all hopes and whats left of this spirit.

We don't talk much anymore, need i say more?