Sorta Like a Rock Star

You may exist in this world--but I exist too and I will not yield

Air goes in and out of my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heart brain - and so I am

For some things there are no explanations - no reasons, and so, when these things happen, there is nothing to talk about really. And it is best not to dwell on said things for too long, because you will find that life has no real meaning if you do.

I don't want to brag or anything, but I'm sorta like a rock star to these people.

Sometimes you just have to let crap slide when it comes to adults acting like kids, because that can be a beautiful thing. True? True.

There is only one of me and so many of the people who are not like me, and maybe I'm just an amusing distraction for those other people, Maybe I'm just a freak. A sideshow.

I want to have an assistant someday who will make freaky teens cool T-shirts so that they can do good things in style. I want to be Donna. So frickin' much.

I spread hope. I'm a hope spreader.

I marvel at her - a woman with stocks and business suits and her own house.

She never laughs or smiles or tells a joke. She reminds me of a robot caked in meat.

As I pedal, I start to get a bad feeling. I start to feel like I have everything all wrong, and that everyone else is right, and all my hopefulness is just childish bullcrap.

We cry together- on the couch for different- reasons, but it helps.

Father Chee?" "Yes, Amber?" "Why do some people go through life never knowing a single major tragedy, and then others have horrible things happen to them over and over again?" "I don't know.

The sun Setting Through Pines Trees At the edge Of town Makes me squint and Smie

Flowers Are in the Ground, Where we Cannot see The Future Wonderment

The sun Setting Through Pines Trees At the edge Of town Makes me squint and Smile

Writing Haikus one After the Other, Knowing Only the Moment

The fallen Leaf flies Like a Young Icarus And Then Disintegrates

Tell me that you won't live your life afraid, but will grow up and live a better life than your mother could ever imagine.

We're celebrating our freedom. We're celebrating our ability to be kids when everything is trying to take that away from us. It's a choice, Ty. We can do whatever we want.