I wonder.

I kinda just wonder what it’s like.

How to write so quickly, and so well. How to write that music. What it’s like to be famous. What he feels when we kiss. Why people do the things they do. Why it’s so hard to fill the time that slips away so quickly. When you really could die of hunger. When things are really due. Who actually decided who was on the council. Who leads me by the hand. Where the Haven really is. Where I live.

I just kinda wonder what it’s like.

Sometimes I think I have too much time on my hands. I can let my fingers trace uncounted images on my skin, let my mind recall forgoten quantities of sensations, but I can’t move from this seat.

I wonder what I say. Why sometimes I want to swear at someone, though I know that I don’t want what will happen afterwards. Why I read what others have written and find myself both appaulled at their words and drinking the dregs of empathy.

Am I asocial? It seems to me sometimes that I am, but I think it’s just the natural. overbearing tendancy to being shy that drownds my desperate need to be with people. Maybe I just don’t have the people skills I think I do. Maybe I’m overwhemled with dealing with other thinking, reacting beings.

Sense. Is it that common? Is it a thing of the past? What counts as sense? It seems to me that there just isn’t a lot of sense in most of the heads running around on top of bodies anymore, but maybe that’s just a misperception created by my own sense-deficiency.

Missing -Evancesence

Thinking of You -Katy Parry

Maybe something else entirely.

Ever and Truely,
Catabell Elizabeth Creampaws

If I were asked what a hero was, I would have to laugh. In this world, there is no hero. All there is are ordinary people doing heroic things. The definition of “hero” is far too broad to ever give anything more than a vague notion of the noun. Even if it were possible to narrow down what a hero is, finding someone who emulates the necessary traits, abilities and capacities to be a hero would be very nearly impossible.

Having stated that, I must now clarify. I believe in heroes, but only by an undefined connotation. My heroes are no mighty men, no women who have risen to and surpassed the accepted, no persons basking in the awe of the world, or even just a nation or a small town, regardless of their humility, or lack thereof. I recognize that my “definition” and the connotation of the word “hero” are different from most, and probably similar to next to none: these facts are what have created something worth writing about.

Heroes are ordinary people with the will to do heroic things. “Heroes” are true to themselves. They find something wrong, and do something to fix it. They don’t have to be special; they don’t have to be popular or rich.

Honesty to one’s self is being able to speak with one’s self. Lying, rationalizing, or coveting attack the heart and change people.

Everywhere there are flaws, misdeeds and tragedies occurring in the world. This place needs saving, but there’s no one person big enough to match up to the job. Instead, lots of little people, for whatever reason motivates them, saddle up and go to work. Maybe there’s not enough good to make up for the bad, but enough are there to make a difference and

eat-lost-ritz:

Never been here before. I like to think I can handle this kind of website without losing the password somewhere in the depths of the cavernous void I like to call my mind. I don’t what to do now. So talk to me and tell me how this works.

Britt-

 Mostly just mess around, play around, darling. The variety of things (that I think) I put up glees me, so really do with it what you like. I belive you mostly joined for the writer’s prompts, which I need to get going again…. *sigh*

February 28, 1966

The Question Being Presented for Review
Were we wrong for sending Miranda to jail, or should the felon escape?

The Case
Fill this in.
(http;//www.mycase.com/)

The Argument
No. That’s all there is to it. No.

The Conclusion
We’re just doing our job of keeping you guys safe!

Oh, how I wish I could just turn this in for credit…