Enjoy This Beautiful Day...

Slow classical music.
Low lights.Chinese Food.
Her glowing eyes.
Our smiles.
Our laughter.
No interruption.
Reading hopeful fortune cookies...
I never want to forget those moments.

Late.

Night: 10

When you find yourself in a place so confined. There really is no air to breath. There is no place for you to hide. The walls are a soft and cushioned. The door is like an overstuffed marshmallow.

I found myself inside a woman’s womb. We swam underneath a cave and got sucked into an egg ten times bigger than us. We traveled through the thin membrane, and found ourselves immersed inside a heavy cloud. Then we found a light inside the egg. We went toward it.

There we find a baby-sitting right in the middle of a room, perfectly content. It was sitting in such a way that a Buddhist monk would sit. His eyes opened and we were in awe of where we were.

As my partner and I exchanged worrisome glances, I knew we were both thinking the same thing. What have we gotten ourselves into and how do we get out of it? The baby had crawled around us, and a field of static electricity had waved around.

We sat down, and I blinked my eye. There were people on the sidewalls looking up at me. Then there was a table which some coats on it. The baby said, “You left your stuff here and I want you to take it back.” I look down at my lost over-coat, and accepted it from the baby’s tiny fingers.

Though it wasn’t a baby anymore, it gave an appearance of a young girl with blonde hair and short bangs that glided across her eyebrows.

She reminded me of someone. I felt as if I were to meet her someday. I wondered if she was to become a future miscarriage. I put that thought out of my mind, and it was time to depart.

My partner had felt a tremor and he told me that we should be leaving. Before anything could happen the static electricity began to overwhelm us, and my last flashes of memory were of the baby being thrown into a black hole at the end of the room.

We were now swept into our world we were familiar with. We now appreciated the brisk cold air that filled our lungs so clean and clear. We looked up at the light in the sky and saw all its beauty. Yet now we had a dark feeling in the pits of our stomach as if we’d witness something horrible. We imagined the baby inside the womb dead and covered with reddish black slime.

How do we really know which reality we swim in? Are there other realities out there that are so a part from us that we forget that they even exist? Have we become so lack luster as a society, and so drained of passion that we don’t even have a vivid imagination?

It was the end. It was the end.

Beautiful Words: 3

Beautiful Words: 2

Beautiful Words: 1

Night: 9

It was early in the morning and my grandma was going to take me somewhere for the day. I had this black and white kitten with me and I carried it around all the time. The cat had ran away from me towards a barbwire fence. I crawl in between it, and I try to find the kitten under the dim light and thick brush. I felt something move beside my feet, so I cup my palm around it. I realize that it wasn't my cat. I quickly removed my hand, and I noticed that it was a coral snake. It slithered toward my cat who was hiding behind a thick bush. It bit my cats leg, and it yelped out loud. I picked up the cat, and it was shaking all over.

The coral snake had wrapped it self around a pole near the fence, and I cursed it out loud. I took the shivering kitten back to the house. The blood from its right leg had trickled on the floor as I entered. I turn on the bathtub, and set the kitten down on the counter. As the water got warmer, I run the kittens leg under the cold water. It stopped shivering, and I hoped that most of the blood dissipated. Then I remembered that you have to suck out the poison of a victim from a poisonous snake bite. So I tried to suck out the poison from the kittens leg, in a desperate hope to save its life. Bits of hair and nails had come out, and a black goo had fell into my mouth. I spit it out in the trash can. The kitten had revived, but its heart was still beating slowly.

Night: 8

"L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore can

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please dont break it
Love was made for me and you"

My sister was singing all of a sudden to my cousin and her friends. I was walking down a stone staircase in the middle of a theme park waiting for her. I thought of the song she was singing and I knew the words. I wanted to join her. I look up the staircase and pick up some keys. I put it in my pocket and started singing with her. I felt that she didn't like it.

They laughed, but I stayed on the song. After the matter, we walked away. I asked her, "Why did you have to sing in front of them?" She said, "Don't worry about it."

I wondered if she had to do that for money so I kept my mouth shut.

A True Empiphany

This day was far from ordinary.

This experience had lead me to ask the “right” questions.

Then by chance, I found the “right” answer.

It was like a safety net that captured my falling hope.

"You don't want to kill yourself, you want to end the life you're living. They aren't the same thing. What you want and need is CHANGE !
MOVE. Change jobs ! Join a church that has missions overseas and go help take medicine to a village ! Help Habitat for Humanity build houses for poor folk ! Join the Salvation Army and help the cold and hungry homeless. Help others, you'll change your life and theirs too !
If you hate your life, then make it different !!! If you are ready to throw your life away, GIVE IT AWAY instead ! Plant trees to stop global warming. Join the army, if you don't care if you die, then you won't mind risky assignments and maybe you can rescue others??

So CHANGE. ! "

[http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20081206133410AAViS3Z]

Night: 7

Returned Treasures

I woke up to a dim Saturday morning. I asked my sister what time it was and she said it was 9:00 a.m. I looked outside and the sun looked like some heavy clouds blocked it out.

I decided to sit on the concrete porch outside and watch the cars go by. There was a huge event that was going to go on not too far from where I live. It was going to be held at the church I could see behind the rock formations.

My aunt knocked on the door to get my attention.
“Watch out for Alex, she’s coming around the corner.”
I looked out for the cars that came rolling by. Then I saw her old rusty brown Cadillac. Alex wasn’t driving the car: she was being kidnapped! I ran after the car into the streets. There was a lot of traffic so the woman driving didn’t have much time to get away. I see a nearby police car and I start flailing my arms to into arm to get its attention to the woman who has my cousin.
It seems as if someone had already informed the police about the kidnapping. The police car began to chase down the car as it tried to make several U-turns for distraction. Then she spotted me, that crazy old woman.
For a second, I could see the evil in her eyes, and I think I recognized it. She sped up the car, and started headed toward me! The police officer stood there in horror. He didn’t do anything to prevent the event. I decided that fate was in my own hands, and I had to make a choice now or I’ll be dead. It wasn’t my time yet. I hid behind a concrete wall. She drove over it, and the car flipped at an angle so it didn’t hit me. The car had fell on top of some others. I gasped, realizing that my cousin was in that car.
I ran over to the car and tried to look through the smoke. The officer had pulled me away from the accident, and my family just drove up behind me.
The woman was arrested and the officer put her in the back of his white SUV. He said that the kids the backs were okay, and that there was more than one. I hugged my cousin, and some other kids had looked around clueless. I didn’t see any fear in their eyes. I admired that.
Then he added, “There were a few things in the truck too.”
My mother had walked up to the car and screamed. She told my grandmother to come over the trunk, and she smiled abruptly. It seems as if the woman that had captured my cousin also had our stolen goods from a few weeks ago and now they were returned to us.

The Rich, The Adventurous, and the Ugly

I was in the passenger’s seat of my mother’s car. A boy, whom I’ve never met before was driving us to a well-known pizza place in the city. He made an agreement to my mother that he would drive safely, and besides he was also studying for his drivers test. He took a route that we’ve never taken before. Somehow, I trusted him too but that was before I knew.
I didn’t know we were about to stumble into the rabbit hole.

In the distance I see a hill that was shaped into an elephant head. It was lying down and the trunk had disappeared into the sand. The sand was colored, and it appeared to be a giant mold up close. I started thinking how many hours it took for the artists to finish such a humongous feat.
As we drove by the elephant, I stare up at it. It must’ve been at least fifty feet tall. It was beautiful. The boy driving simply smiled and said nothing.

We drove by more elephant hills, and then the last one look somewhat peculiar to me. It was a red and gold painted road, and it took me awhile to realize that we were driving on the trunk of an elephant sculpture. I looked to the back seat of the car and saw two huge ears on the side of the road shaped like a trunk. The road seemed to get wider and wider.

The car began to speed up, as we got lower and lower. The downward motion had left butterflies in my tummy, and I said, “This is so fun!”
Before any response the road had disappeared and we were falling in mid-air. I didn’t see it coming, and then I felt something catch the car. We were inside a lifting device that looked like a ski lift.

My heart was beating faster and faster each minute because I had no idea what was going to happen next. Then the car had dropped from the ski lift. My mother was in utter shock, and I knew somewhere deep down that we were going to be fine. I suppose the boy knew too.

As the car dropped it was captured inside a hole on the ground. I was finally at ease that we were on the ground again. The hold began to consume the car and the passengers, which were my mother, my sister, my grandmother Elise, myself, and the boy had been released into a room that was supposed to be the place we were going to eat at.

Tiny screens have lighted up around us, and it asked a series of questions. I noticed words that I didn’t fully understand. There were words like, Nebe, Nebulae, or Nueb. I pressed on a word on the touch screen. It showed me a question that was related to the word I had selected. I heard in the background, the boy asked my sister, “Does she take an interest in science?” She said, “No, not really.”
Before I could defend myself in their false beliefs about the, I read the question, “How many Nebs does a Nebue eat?”
I finally realized that this wasn’t a serious test of scientific facts; it was merely a child’s game inside the restaurant.
The boy smiled after I realized this, and I asked him, “How do I give it my answer?” He points at a ticket system beside a slot that I didn’t notice before. I pushed a button and about ten tickets had spewed paper out of it.
I took three and put them back in the machine. Then twenty more tickets came out. Frustrated, I put two more inside it, and I pressed the final answer button on the screen. Then about five hundred black tickets have come out of the machine. It seems as if I have hit the jackpot. The boy smiled at me, and I noticed that my family has left the room to eat. We sat side by side, and I concentrated on the machine.
I didn’t know the value of these tickets but I assumed it was good to have so many. After complete silence, the boy had asked, “I see you have a boyfriend but you don’t feel much for him do you---and in your history you don’t have any real memories of a past love holding you back?”
I looked down at the screen, and before I could answer the question, someone popped in and told me that they were serving spaghetti in the café area. I wanted to tell this guy that he was right, but I was also wondering how he knew that about me. Perhaps it was a wild guess, but it was right on. I mean, from a distance, you could mistake that some of my guy friends were my boyfriends but come on.
I left the question hanging over our head, and I said, “We should get something to eat.” He agreed, and I escorted him out of the room.
I got a tiny plate of spaghetti and noticed a family that was there also. They were the kind of family that had money to burn. I knew them. My mother had taken me to their house one time for a dinner party.
The wife was obviously drunk as she slurred around in the spaghetti. The husband of course was a spiritual twat when it came to reality. They recognized me immediately and some of the family members welcomed me to a table. The chairs were at a perfect height, and the tables had a golden sheer. The lights were dimmed to perfection and I noticed a guy sitting right beside me who didn’t look apart of the family at all. I ignored him until the husband had banged his spoon against a wine glass to get everyone attention.
“It is time for the darting game.” He said it with much pride and respect that everyone’s eyes had glanced his way.
He picked up a wire on a glass table with a twisted hole at the end. “This game is a dangerous game. You flick the dart at a piece of apple-kneaded bread and it bounces in any direction it pleases. It depends on the archer’s hand. There was only one record of an actual hit on the bread, and that was in 1865 as of March 12th.”
I rolled my eyes, thinking, ‘rich people have so much time on their hands.’
The game started and a few people backed away from the flying needles. Some more entertainment had come in and this time it was a live movie. It started out with a pink haired girl who had joined a covenant. As the narrator had told the beginning, I looked down at my glass of tea. The words, “She had an unsettling sexuality,” had echoed throughout the room. I looked up and somehow my eyes locked with the stranger at the party. I immediately looked away and asked myself, ‘was he starring at me?’
The movie took off into another direction where the main character was dancing in a strip club, and a woman named Diana had interrupted, “I am the only Jaded Judith!” The movie had left my interests and I walked out of the party for a while, looking out the window to a moon so beautiful it sparkled like a diamond. I let out a sigh of exhaustion, and smiled a bit.