It annoys it terribly. : )

When the world glares at you, just smile.

Little pieces of paper can fake to be concrete

Some people can let "life" get in the way of life.

Then someday it all comes rushing out through your eyes, and you realize that nothing else really matters, and you push "life" away to let the shadows of life envelop you.

But the world has a way of running with you

I want it to rain. And I want it to thunder. And I want it to light up the sky, and make the wind blow like it's running away from some unknown beast. And I want to be that wind, because it feels safest to just be running away. And there's no better music than wind, thunder, and splashing through the puddles to block out everything that's in the world and focus on everything that's outside of it.

Glue and Tears

As my creative writing teacher thinks, there is no writing for yourself. Sure, you may write to understand yourself, but if you've written it out, then that is a public piece. I'm sure we've all had those times where we're writing in our journal (or whatever you prefer to call it) and address people in the future. "If this is still around in fifty years..." "To my great-great-grandchildren..." So what is writing? Is it public, or private? I suppose that it's meant to be private sometimes, but will always be public. Unless of course we burn the paper. But after 120+ pages written in dedication, it's hard to part with one of those little books. I'd stare into the burning flames and see a little bit of me burning into nonexistence... of course, that's what my teacher says we need to let go of. Our writing is not us... but I'm perfectly happy to have it still feel like it.

"Dear Spencer,
Live each day to its highest potential, because someday you'll find that day gone.
Love each and every person beyond the limits you think you can. Let love consume you, and be in your every being.
Let laughter fill your lungs, and let it be strong, soulful, good laughter.
Think in emotions, not in materials.

Find beautiful things in all, even those deemed "ugly".
Hug like you're squashing every fear you've ever held in that embrace.
Smile with tears in your eyes, so everyone can see the oceans of feeling you possess, and how much of that feeling is to love them.
Breathe the world in. You're sharing the same air with billions of people. There's always something that connects us all.
I love my family, pets, friends, and acquaintances so much, even strangers, because there's no golden rule for life except to love all to such a great extent.
Blessed be,
All my love,
Rachel Maria"

From my journal

If I could have one wish at this moment, it would be to give him a kiss and tell him thanks for ever judging me, and walking away after seeing the expression on his face....

Oh, my child.
Soon you will know the ways of the world.
You will know the ways that are cruel,
And the ways that are caring.
You will know the ways that are unfair,
And the ways that are just.
You will know the ways that are saddening, maddening, depressing,
And you will know the ways that are joyful, beautiful, hopeful.
And, my dearest young, you will find the ways that you can change it.
Change it, and make the world that of your own.

All of the shooting stars can keep
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When they stop coming,
I'll know that it's because I've finally made the right wish.