Lost in Paris

Paris was nothing like I could have ever imagined it. I was and still am deeply inspired by its beauty. I learned not only about the artist but I learned about the artist in me. I learned about what it takes for me to become a writer.

On the first day as I walked from the airport the city entered the my view for the first time. It was more beautiful than I ever imagined it could be. It was also more strange than I ever though that it could be. This first day was simply a sight seeing day for me. familiarize myself with the city, check into my hotel room, and find a nice little cafe to spend the majority of my time while in Paris.

The next day I starting the experiment a little more. I arrived that morning in the little cafe I found for some breakfast as well as to get some writing done. I brought along my notebook as well as a pencil. I'm not really a huge pan guy but I well admit there became much less erasing, pages got messier, and I will admit that there were a couple of pages in pen once I left Paris.

After the first day I started to develop a sort of a schedule. Every morning I would make my way down to my little cafe and get started on my writing. It got a little easier to write more and more everyday. As I got farther and farther into my trip it got easier and easier to fill the pages of my notebook, and not only that but I began to enjoy it more and more as the days went by.

As I wandered the streets of Paris I was nearly overwhelmed I tasted what true artists taste. I heard what true artists hear. I saw what they saw and went to the places that they have been. As I walked towards the Eiffel tower the man walking next to me was holding a book. His old wrinkled hands curled around the scuffed up spine holding it was his most important possession. I began to slow my pace as we neared the tower until I came to a stop. The man continued slowly past me but then he stopped. He turned around and looked at me for just a moment. he slowly walked up to me and placed the book in my hands. he turned and walked away without a word. I watched him as he left confused and filled wit excitement. I opened the book and slowly began to flip through its pages. I was surprised as this book was in English with multiple notes written on each page.

I found a bench and began to read. After a while an older woman came and sat down on the bench next to me. I must have seemed very intent on my new book as I noticed her leaning over o see what I was reading. I learned not only a lot about being an artist but I learned so much about life. I will keep this book with me forever and happily share it with all those who are interested in it.

I was sad as I left Paris but I am thankful for all the lessons I have learned. One day I hope to become at least somewhat like that man who handed me that book on that special day in Paris.

#realtalk

A wise man once told me never to tell you this but I wrote this poem... tomorrow... I wrote it with a pen out of ink but that's okay... I can just get a new one... tomorrow. My notebook might be out of the paper but I can fix that... tomorrow. I may not be inspired right now.. but maybe that will be better... tomorrow. Tomorrow is my favorite day of the week because there is nothing we can't do tomorrow... We can create, we can write, we can make, we can impress, we can change, we can play, and dance, and grow, bake, run, excite, add, subtract, multiply, divide, eat, destroy, break, fake, disappoint, deceive, kill, die, WAKE UP!!!! Sounds pretty darn good doesn't it? But here is the smack in the face, the stab in the gut, the bullet through the head, life's great lie.. Tomorrow is never going to come... Tomorrow is the love of your life who can't stay off the road the love who can't help but break your heart every time you reach out and no matter how much you want to be together you just can't!... Sorry I got so off topic today but it's okay. Because I went to Paris and wrote this poem... Tomorrow

Time to Reminisce

I remember telling my cousin that the other faucet on the water cooler was poisoned. I remember when I got my first dog. I remember my mom coming out from the vet and telling me that we had to put our dog down, I remember her holding me in the back of the car while I sobbed. I remember finally finding peace once she was gone.I remember getting blue cotton candy ice cream and absolutely loving it. I remember the first time we kissed, I remember the feeling, I remember the first time I fell for her. I remember riding my bike down to the peppermint place. I remember the last 5 minutes before recces. I remember running for the tether ball court once the bell rang. I remember playing soccer in the snow. I remember the night games. I remember loosing my friends. I remember my best friend still being there though. I remember talking to him through the fence to see if he could play. I remember my Spongebob Pinata at my birthday party. I remember being afraid to get my hair cut. I remember hanging a parachute above my bed so it draped over the top of my bed. I remember playing tee-ball. I actually remembered to do this blog on time.

How to Effectively Watch TV

Step 1. Proceed to find a TV that works as well as has some sort of incoming TV signal. (cable or satellite)

Step 2. Proceed to turn the TV on whether by remote or by pressing a button the TV it does not matter

Step 3. Proceed to put the TV on the right input so the incoming cable signal appears on the TV

Step 4. Proceed to sit down facing the TV whether in a chair, on a couch. or even on the floor it makes no difference in the performance of the TV but it can increase the comfort of your TV watching experience if you sit in a comfortable chair

Step 5. Proceed change the channel coming through the TV until you find a show that you want to watch

Step 6. Proceed to adjust the volume of the TV until it is at a level that you can both hear comfortably and easily but is not hurting your ears or majorly disrupting those around you

Step 7. Proceed to watch the show, enjoy yourself, and forget about the world around you

Step 8. Proceed to watch the show and kind of let your mind wander

Step 9. Once you have had your fill of TV proceed to turn off the TV

Step 10. Proceed to do whatever the crap you feel like doing

I bet you never though watching some TV could have 10 whole steps did you...?

Blackout

Survival

The wisest stay cheerful, look sympathetic. Even though unkind years tragically rip on the human in us. We must accept it.

Gettin' Closer

Can I just get a break...

Why does the world constantly mock me by making easier until i get comfortable just so I can hit me the hardest it ever has?

I know that my problems aren't near as bad as probably half of the people who are reading this, if there even are any. And I'm sure none of you out there want to hear me bellyache about my problems which I'm know are compared to most people.

Why on earth would I just sit here, writing feeling sorry for myself when I could be out there helping other people with those problems tougher than mine?

Probably because in all reality I'm just a dot, just a little spec. Me, I'm nothing, I'm just dust in the wind and there are people even more worthless than I am... yes it is hard to believe but trust me it's true.

Maybe one day I can actually get out there and do something. For myself.

But for now I guess I can just keeping pushing getting closer and closer to what seems to be happiness. Maybe one day I can get there.

I just hope it's as bright as I picture it in my head...

Dear, her

She can always calm me down. She always says that I always know what to say and she doesn't.

But the truth is, is that she always says the right thing. She always comforts me and makes me feel better. In this crazy world a kid like me needs a lot of help... Help that isn't that easy to give.

I know she will probably never read this but I just want to tell her thank you. I want to tell her how thankful I am for all that she does for me.