Sorry bro

I have some serious writers block right now....

Absolutely nothing comes to mind:/

Sorry about this Nelson, but I don't want to waste yours or anybody else's time with a worthless blog post about nothing that doesn't make any sense.

I hope things are going well to whoever is reading this and sorry again.

I am so afraid of this post

Fear, what is fear?

And what should be actually be afraid of? Is there really anything that we should be afraid of? I know I'm afraid. I'm afraid of everything... In afraid of my alarm in the morning, I'm afraid if falling asleep at night, I'm afraid of pretty much everyone, I'm afraid of being alone. I'm afraid of my fear, in afraid of myself.

I'm afraid of this blog post. I'm afraid somebody is going to get onto my blog and read this post and judge me because of it. I'm afraid of what people think and how can I help it when I'm afraid of my own thoughts and the words coming out of my mouth. Or rather the words I am typing out on this blog post. Fear is a part of us. It's a part of our race, it's a part of our nature. We are all afraid, even if it is of something extremely small we are all afraid. We all have a fear of something. Fear is always there and fear can always win. But only if we let it.

Trees

A tree a tree a big green tree

How I love that big green tree

I wish I were a squirrel so I could live in that tree

Or a bird so I could fly through the sky and land on one tree just to fly to another

Or a bug so I could live under the bark of the beautiful beautiful tree

But since I can't be any of those things and I am just a human 

I think I will get a taco and go sit under that tree and eat it

BRICKS

What the heck?

Why is this here?

Why is this big brick wall here?

What is its purpose? All it does is sit here. All it does is get in my way...

Who decided to build this? Was it a joke? Who decided that they just wanted to build this wall and piss me off? That person deserves to go and get beaten with a brick, one of the uses for a brick is to kill somebody. Maybe I can break down this wall and use one of these bricks to kill the stupid person who built this stupid wall.

I need to find a way around this wall, or over it or something... I need to get to the other side of this wall. This stupid stupid brick wall...

I hate it, I hate it with all my heart...

Dinosaurs

Dear dinosaur,

       How are you my dear friend? I know it has been a long time since I have written you and for that I am truly sorry. You see I lost your e-mail address, and as I was going through the drawers in my kitchen I came across a little slip of paper with your e-mail address. I know it has been a while but I figured I would e-mail you for old time sake. How are the wife and kids? I imagine that her are doing pretty will but if not you better let me know. I have known your wife for a long time and she means a lot to me so you better be treating her nice. How's the job? I imagine that you are still working in the same place, you always were a creature of habit. You never did like change did you? Well there isn't anything wrong with that my friend.

I just had a thought that was quite depressing. But I'm not sure of it so I wont tell you what is it. But I have a feeling that I might have found your e-mail address a little too late... maybe a few years too late... But I'm still going to send it anyways :) e-mail me back if you have any free time.

From, DButtersnapps.

Love

What is love? (Baby don't hurt me)

To be completely honest I have no idea why we are writing about this prompt as it was proven to me in class that there is NO way to describe it. But for Mr. Nelson's sake I will give it a try.

Love is tangible, love is a feeling, love is the weight of world on your shoulders and love is the friend taking that weight off of you. Love is everything good and everything bad. Loves wears many hats, sometimes love will change its hat just to confuse for a second and other times it will change its hat to hurt you so badly. Sometimes love will reach into its bag of tricks and put on a hat you have never seen. Love will ask you to come closer and give your opinion on the hat and then BOOM. A giant boxing glove shoots out of it and smacks you in the face. The next thing you know you wake up in the ER eyes nearly swollen shut and blood gushing out of your nose. Once you finally realize what is going on love walks in wearing a surgical mask and nurses you back to health. Love loves you and hates you, love wants to give you a nice big hug and while reaching around you drive a knife into your back.

But love doesn't have to have a bad side, love can be the greatest thing in the entire world. When love is found with the right person it can be the most rewarding thing that a person can ever experience. Don't bet to quick to love but don't be to hesitant to love. Love is nothing because it cant't be anything unless you make it something. Love is a product of work, so if you want to know what love is go out looking for it. Put some work into it, because if you go out looking for love and you work for it you will find it.

Anything

This here people is a post about anything. Since this is a post about anything I have decided to write anything that comes into my head.

Cars, dogs, pickles, jigsaw puzzles, El Durado, spinach, gingers, eggplants, leather bags, cabinets, Toyota, Powerade, a walk on the beach, blogger, pillows, black and tan, Psych, sand, nice rainy days, Seattle, and foam.

Now I would continue to make pointless lists of things that pop into my head but frankly it is quite exhausting and I really just don't have the energy for it right now. I hope as you were going through my list you created your own. It doesn't matter if it was in your head, on paper or even on your blog but I hope you did it. I believe that every once in a while we should all sit down and purge our mind of the random thoughts we may be having. I encourage you to try it at least once and see how you feel after.

Crayons

My crayons are gone.

The tools of my young creative mind are gone.

I miss the times when other people didn't matter, the times where people didn't tell me I had to color inside the lines. I miss the times when I could make my own lines, I could create whatever I wanted and everyone would at least pretend to love it. I would draw and draw till my crayons would become nothing but little stubs of colored wax that my little fingers could barely hold onto. These little stubs that I treasured with all my heart. The little stubs that no matter how impossible they were to use I would never let go of them because they were a part of me.

But now they are gone....

Where did they go?

They have been taken,

I am here.

I am here, I am human, I can feel, I am not limited, I can discover, I can create, and I will never stop because I am human and it is my nature. I am here in this moment, trying to soak in this large and complicated world around me. I am human because I will never understand, yet even though I know I will never understand I will always ask why. I will always want to know more. I will always want to know what I shouldn't, and if I cant find it the first time I will continue to look until I an satisfied. Why you may ask. It is because I am human and it is part of who I am as a person. As a human. I know I am not a robot and I never wish to be, as I a human I have complexities that set me apart as an individual. I will never understand why I am the way that I am, and I wouldn't give that up for anything in the world.

Until later, DButtersnapps.