I should be...

Right now I am sitting at my desk writing a blog when i could be outside enjoying the world. I should be out with my friends causing all kinds of mischief and yet here i sit cemented to my chair tapping away at a keyboard. The thoughts of the outside world often fuel my writing but in the moments of which i need them most they have flown from my mind and I am left here staring blankly at my screen. I can not think of anything but what I must write when I should be thinking of what I am to do today. Although, my mind is far from empty i seem to only think of more letters that come streaming out of the depths of my mind and flow from my fingertips to this document. How very sad it is that these words do not describe the joys of which i could be having but they only describe the boredom and dreariness of this blog entry.

Tattoo

So I'm setting out to find my first tattoo and I'm putting in a lot of time to research exactly what i want but one thing really pops out at me that says "mark me on your body!!!" and that is the cover art for stubbs the zombie. Why deface my body with the image of a withering and rotting zombie about to devour the tasty brains of some innocent but insane looking poor soul? I have fond memories from years ago when i was much younger playing stubbs the zombie and having a blast also i really love zombies and what better a character than stubbs to pay tribute to the zombie nation!

Long Nights

Long nights drift by. I'm constantly moving always rocking like a boat. Flowing through the world into the open deep, falling through deep until i sleep. The next day it's right back at it again the vicious cycle of long nights short days and lots of work. Always time for something else to do but never time to relax and enjoy where you are. A rift of emotions hurdles through you then you hit the floor, rising up again you claim never, never more.
Always turning, always rolling, in this sea of glee enthralling oh how much effort is spent enduring the next event. Finally, we wander back to our homes our docks of rest to catch some z's, then fly the nest!

Sometimes I feel like a...

Somtimes i feel like a ship lost at see with no thought of returning home, until i finally see the beautiful beam from my savior lighthouse of hope that it will all be clear soon and i will find my way. At other times i feel like a champion slaying mighty beasts that others tremble in fear at, though they seem like mere lap dogs to me. Sometimes i feel like a rainy day, i may cause damages, pain, and may bring a darkness for a short period but i will soon mellow out and shed light on a beautiful Eden that i have sprouted in my wake.

But no matter what i feel like as long as I am still me, with all the feelings of being lost and of slaying mighty creatures to even feeling like a small cloud drifting of the earth, I am happy that i am myself.