I got soul, but I'm not a soldier.

Freeeeeeeedom. Today I wrote about running. Running is absolutely an escape from me. Some people have art, where they start sketching or painting and suddenly an hour goes by. Writing and running do both of those for me. I tried my best to let you experience it too.

And I began to run
Because I wanted to run.
Feet taking turns on the pavement,
Breath out of sync.
For I am free to go
Wherever I want to go.
Wind rushing past my ears,
Whispering messages of nature,
Passing on tales of the trees
That they would only know.
I began to run
Because I felt like running.
I act upon impulses,
The danger of judgement slipping by me.
Leaves, grass, houses,
All rushing by
In a combination of colors,
An incomprehensible blur.
Life has too many details,
So I just run by them.
I began to run
Because something told me to run.
Not someone behind me,
But something ahead of me.
My feet form beats and rhythms
That I match words to
Maybe nonsense, you think,
But it makes perfect sense to me.
The cold may restrict me,
However, I will break past it,
Its pain only acting as motivation.
I began to run
Because I wanted to run.


Today I painted my nails. I rarely do, because it's a lot to fuss with. But I really like them.I was playing with my camera and I had an idea. I don't really like the fact that people take lots of pictures of themselves, especially in the mirror. But I thought it could create some different lighting and stuff (I'm a nerd, I know). And this is how it turned out.I wish life could be a little more like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCXTnlDD-yU