MoodChanges

I blame the moon. For being full of it. I wish the parents would take responsibility for their own behavior. I wish people would realize there's more to life than just living. There's dreaming...and that's where you really live. We all live within our dreams. With or in them. This is not a poem for wishful thinkers. This is a thought for wistful thinkers. I remember when I could dream without regrets. Remember when every dream was just a thought away? It's been so long. Since I've really dreamed. I used to dream about being free. Writing my heart out on chocolate covered backs...that's a poem in the makin. But first I gotta get over this hump. I think it's called Wednesday. 

Nonsense

I kept thinking about this poem I want to write. It begins like this.. Nothing much, In a world of nothingness I am everything. But in this world where there's everything. I am nothing. I was nothing. But to you..who have nothing. I have everything. Am I shallow. Or am I deep. My eyes pool with emotions. And then I get angry and quit. No more trying because this shit is worthless. Everybody expects Krystal to be clear. My mind is full of static. And it's so frustrating. Shocking even. This is how my poems end up. Unfinished. Like everything else in my life. I'm not sure If you realized this but the poem began and ended with nothing. My whole life is a big never mind..it's nothing.

What if...

This whole world is filled with What ifs. Our lives are filled with those moments where we make decisions that could have the potential to torment us for the rest of our lives if we allow it to happen. Luckily this post isn't about regrets..it's about questions. I had this idea today while heading home from work. A full day of 22 four and five year olds. I wondered if what if what we are is an idea. What if our whole world is someone's idea. You could use God for this if need be. It might get my thoughts conveyed to y'all a little better. Imagine God is a person...you. Where do your thoughts come from. What about your dreams. What if we're just a dream and every death is just a God waking up. I'm not finished with this by a long shot but I'm done dreaming for the day