so, i had an entire entry typed out about what i did but, then, i found my creative writing notebook and decided this was more interesting: sorry for the huge amount of space this will take up. 1. costume glitz and glamour hang in the depths of her closet she gropes the dark for hope of feeling beautiful her thin fingers trace over soft cotton and stiff denim... finally reaching the rough, uneven sequins. 2.crab tree falls the trail begins wide and uneven under my well-rested feet miles of winding mountain trail lies before me vibrant reds like dark wine make the tree leaves come alive they shake in the wind and dance on their toes to amuse me over the hidden roots, and rough rocks, i continue my journey. another mile of greens and browns and reds collide to form raw beauty. and just when my legs feel ready to collapse, the trail spits me out at the falls. the water is pure and clear like an innocent child's eyes. amd i stop and i swear i feel like i could jump from an unstable rock and soar through the beautiful, endless sky above and i can't breathe, the oxygen isn't even there it's lifted from my chest, filling the lungs of the world. 3.from friction comes a spark another minute of my life is wated watching the second hand tick around the clock... waiting for an explosion of though, or something drastic, but it just ticks and ticks without interuption. the second hand ticks far too slow without you too fast when we're alone, and, i can't sit still, because that's another minutes of my life filled with nothing and emptiness. there are so many, too many, empty minutes filling my life that are full of school, and laughter, and friends, and i numbly try to escape with a pen. my hand is a maniac, running for shelter within notebook paper. when they connect, sometimes there is a spark, or an explosion, but mostly, there is only friction. comming to an entry near you: day break changing tides &many others...