My great-grandma was supposed to come to America on the titanic. Titanic was over-booked so she was forced to come to America later.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson is right, and I feel the need to repeat her. It doesn’t necessarily mean I believe her, but I think someone has to say it so that people can at least start to believe. Fake it until you start believing it, I think.
I’m the lucky one. I’ve got to try, I’ve got to try for tomorrow.
They asked me who I would want to eat dinner with most out of everyone in the entire world, past and present. They asked about what one question I would ask that person.
I have a dream that one day I will be able to ask my best friend how his day went.
Smile. There’s lots of dreams that come true everyday. Just look harder, keep your chin up, and smile. I’m here, living proof that things can be alright. Smile, please, for me.
“You know how, like in movies for instance, there are drifters that befriend people and then, show them the wrong in life, help them and really change them, and then they move on to help other people? I view that as you.”
I’m so sick of colors leaving me, I can’t be a rainbow on my own.
Oh God, we are a colorful bunch. How many faces and skin tones do I go through in a single day? I fear making polite conversation with a cashier because I know I will never see him or her again. I think of how many people pass in and out of my life serving a purpose, yes, but an unclear one. I’m afraid of letting go of them until I find out why they existed to me.
Yes, we’re colorful. I’ve been green, I’m pretty sure you’ve been green too. Disgustingly envious that he was the first one to move on? I’m in that spot now. I worry that my clothes, my house, my grades my computers, my life don’t measure up to the incredible and gorgeous people around me. Never mind the fact that everyone is flawed or the notion that being green is vexatious to the spirit.
Have you let your imagination lead you by your hand recently? That’s purple, or maybe yellow. Maybe we’re a big purple and yellow umbrella when we’re happy and imaginative, shielding our delicate minds from the terror, chaos, and fear in the world with delightful delusions of fantasy and merriment. I was purple once, but it only lasted for years at a time. I have no doubt that it will be back soon. I believe the same of you as well.
The blues aren’t just musical quips either. I’ve been blue, and I’ve seen you blue on more than one occasion. It doesn’t matter the cause, but the case of blue is deep and contemplative. Sometimes it’s necessary to just stop and think things through. That doesn’t mean that blue is always enjoyable– you can drown in the ocean if you’re not careful.
Red is my favorite color. I’m not picking red over blue to be contrary, or to be the the lowest of all colors. I’m picking it because it gives me something strong and real. Even if you hate me, and if I do drift away from you forever, I’ll always know that red is real, strong, and true, at least for you.
I’m a rainbow, judge me if you will. Immaturity has a color too, and I call that orange. If you want, you can join student council with a bit of yellow, and yes, you’ll be happy. But for me, I need all my colors to operate, but I think I’m missing some. I see the faces pacing in and out of my life everyday, and every-time I wonder if this is the last time I’ll see them. I’m composed of pieces of you, different ideas, flavors, and colors. I don’t think it’s a bad thing, I’m just not comfortable with it. Maybe I’m not comfortable by myself, but more likely, I’m not comfortable with who I am. What am I? What color do I need to be? What color is a part of every other color, even if you can’t see them?
Clear is not a color, and neither is camouflage. Black is absence of color, and grey is plain. Do I seek friendship, God, Marching Band– unity?
White.
There’s nothing I could say
To make you try to feel ok
And nothing you could do
To stop me feeling the way I do
And if the chance should happen
That I never see you again
Just remember that I’ll always love you
I’d be a better person
On the other side I’m sure
You’d find a way to help yourself
And find another door
To shrug off minor incidents
And make us both feel proud
I just wish I could be there
To see you through
You always were the one
To make us stand out in a crowd
Though every once upon a while
Your head was in the cloud
There’s nothing you could never do
To ever let me down
And remember that I’ll always love you
Badly Drawn Boy and I apologize. I wish I were a better person, for you and for me.