Goodbye Neighbor

I am going to miss you now that you are leaving, I'm thinking about it more now than ever before. Eventhough we never talked much, I still feel like we were friends. We were neighbors for all those years, but we lived liked strangers, because we only shouted our hellos and goodbyes. We were neighbors, only neighbors, because we never had those long conversations or friendly invitations. We only said our hello and goodbyes, and that is about as far as it went. I am sorry that I never really took the time to get acquainted with you. Eventhough we were close, it felt like we were living more like a strangers than neighbors, because we never talked much, we said our hellos and goodbyes, but that is about as interesting as it got. We seemed so distance even when we were close, but in times of trouble you were there when I needed you. I remember when it would storm, you would come over and ask me if I alright, and that really meant the world to me. It is really the thought that counts. You were some of the nicest people I knew, I really enjoyed your company. It is sad because I probably want get another neighbor like you. I’m going to miss seeing your red truck parked on the on the right close to mine and the time that we would see each other around town, then most of time I met you, I was either coming and you were going, so we were always on the run. Right now, you are still near, but I know the final farewell will come, so I just want to say goodbye neighbor.


The Day Is Like The Pressure
Aug. 8th, 2008 at 8:20 PM
If I keep practing, I'm not going to hesistate when it comes to writing a paper or a story for school. Remember I am not a writer and I am not trying to be a writer, I just like to experiment with writing.

"The Day Is Like The Pressure"This day is like the pressure crashing down on me like a heavy weight, I’m always trying to withstand the adverse force. The gravity, if I can only resist it, if I could only find the vigor to just hold on. My thoughts are clashing, and my body feels like it is coasting along a rollercoaster track This day is like a mass collapsing down on me, awakening all the dead nerves. It so chaotic, all the people the traffic, the conflicts, it is like hyperventilation. I just need to find a hideaway, a place where I can go respire. I think it has become more infectious than ever, similar to a infectious fever that lingers. I guess the longer you are caught in the middle of the sea, out in the deep, it worsens, like a pit that forms, grows, and then rots away, if you don't don't seal it. If you play around you can certainly get tangled up in it, and trip. It is enough to make your head pop, causing you to lose the last little bit of sanity, total depletion of everything you had bottled up for one of those days. I can see the cybernetic eyes, looking at me when I am out and about. I wonder can you really see my insides through those cybernetic eyes. Always playing the physic, never really seeing who and what you really are. No matter what you think, I am the controller of my thoughts, and if you have looked in the mirror lately, you still look the same. I am nothing special, I am a human being just like you. Figuratively, it is like you have a built-in face detection feature, eyes always focusing on me. You can always find me no matter where I go, you will always find me with those cybernetic eyes. Did you know that it was rude to stare, like looking at me is hard to bare. I not a star, I am someone just like you.