i havent blogged for awhile now. i turned 17 a few days ago. i never thought 17 year old's can still be this childish. never knew that 'keep out' has to be emphasised. don't let anyone rip you of your joy. i want a pair of Nike free runs. i am enjoying myself at football. why is it that when you pretend to be someone better at a certain thing you're doing, you get better? wit beyond measure is men's greatest treasure. i feel on task, but am i? i am loved. my 17th birthday celebration had been simple yet not comprehensible. i would not want it any other way. school is fine. it is not sucking the life out of me. and it wouldn't.
my breathing intensifies, it is always you, all i do it's all for you. the thought of 'you' is so closely knitted with all my thoughts, when i speak, your voice is laced around mine; like a cell membrane would be of the nucleus. it encloses, protects. like rain pouring on a sleep-in morning, you sooth and awake me in comfort. i squint and saw a shape of what i perceived as heaven.
happy; smiles, measured laughter. happy.
i can be happy-sad, happy-excited, happy-disappointed. but happy is stuck on like Velcro unto me, it is what secures you and I.
i doubt anyone can be as happy as we have been.
