At times I want to see the look on my friend's face as she grips her diploma and write about it in my blog.
More than often I just want to explode but already know I'm a forgotten land-mine...at times like these, I take it to the blog.
Frequently, I feel the wind on my skin and taste the aftermath of last night's storm; when I feel alive I take it to the blog.
My life is a roller coaster with no seat-belts, so I'm afraid to let go of the handle bars. If I let go, will I fly away or crash and burn? Sometimes I really think I will fly away from this place. At time I know I will crash and burn in the pits of this hell. However, is living day to day, always with hands on the handle bars really living? When will I let myself fly?
