I'm not calling for a second choice...i am screaming at the top of my voice...

The lockdown of one's mind can open the session of relaxation, releasing the heat trapped within those crumpled thoughts in the back of one's mind. I am confused. You choose. Must we collect several more bruises, or wait for my eyes to eventually close. Hear. Feel. The heartbeats accumulating in the womb. Prepare. Compare. The generations that lead to this birth. Your vision is jolting. Your perception is trembling. Your heart is beating wildly. Yet all in all, you are not aware, you are still convinced that you are 'fine', 'ok', 'not myself but I'll be okay..' the bread is burning, the toaster is bursting…the cake is ready, poke it with a fork and make sure it's ready to serve…funny… same thing in war… people are poked to death to get a message through, and still, peace is not served, not on our plates, not in our neighborhood, hell its not even on the menu yet!

Do we really worry about the wrong things sometimes? Have you ever tried to practice your own theories…? I do actually, in a secluded manner of course. It agitates me when people ask me if I have already read through them right after they ask me what I studied. Makes no point at all, I laugh no longer, I actually roll my eyes which is a rude gesture, but what can I do if with all the awareness we have in today's world, people still hold on to false assumptions?

I yearn to learn two things this year, sign language, and playing the piano. Seriously, I will never forgive myself if 2010 comes and I am standing where I stand now in my path of achievements. I should start soon. I must.