Numbed.

Yet, feeling.

Deadened.

Yet, living.

Forgetting.

Yet, remembering.

Loving.

Yet, hating.

Saddened.  

Yet, smiling.

Missing.

Yet, satisfied.  

Lamenting.

Yet, appreciating.

Cinching.

Yet, releasing.

Holding on.

Letting go.

Always here.

Forever disappearing.

Fighting to be lost.

Daring to be found.

On the flip side of every page.

The robin’s wings flapped up and down as sun’s first light lay on her crown.
Flying, gently flying.
The stars shined high up in the sky, a glowing comet floated by.
Flying, gently flying,
The child laughed as his kite flew, he ran through grass all dabbed with dew.
Flying, gently flying.
The dandelion felt a draft of crisp, clean air support its shaft.
Flying, gently flying.
From way down low to far up high, from dew-dabbed grass to deep blue sky.
Are gifts that guide us, everywhere, from flying birds to crisp, clean air.
And these are those that earth is drowned, that surely make the world go round.
The place where everything is always, flying, gently flying.

The robin’s wings flapped up and down as sun’s first light lay on her crown.
Flying, gently flying.
The stars shined high up in the sky, a glowing comet floated by.
Flying, gently flying,
The child laughed as his kite flew, he ran through grass all dabbed with dew.
Flying, gently flying.
The dandelion felt a draft of crisp, clean air support its shaft.
Flying, gently flying.
From way down low to far up high, from dew-dabbed grass to deep blue sky.
Are gifts that guide us, everywhere, from flying birds to crisp, clean air.
And these are those that earth is drowned, that surely make the world go round.
The place where everything is always, flying, gently flying.

Soaring through the wind
Nothing matters anymore
Just the sky and me

I'm ending a chapter....

Starting anew.....

It will never end.

It's only when you lose yourself,
Question yourself,
Fight yourself,
That you truly understand yourself.
For deep inside,
Despite what you may feel,
You know who you are,
And you love that person.
For they are caring.
They are damaged.
They may be lost,
But they love.
They feel.
And they are good.

Rain is dripping

Down...

Down...

Down...

Rolling to the frosty ground.

Rain is dripping, freezing there,

Falling through the frigid air.

Rain is plopping on my nose.

Plinking, plonking, down it goes.

Freezing to my window pane.

Little moments in the rain...

Sometimes,
ice           can
feel            so
cold         that
it   seems   hot

Fruit is very sweet.
It can also be **** though.
But then so is life.

While the sun sets at day's end, leading into night, it promises to rise again to give us morning's light.
The past is in the past, the future remains bright.
Our destinies are within reach, tomorrow is in sight.

Haunting me when I'm weakest

You wrap my heart in icy tendrils

Waiting for me to break and succomb

Your grip is firm yet fleeting

Flighty as the wind direction

Invisible as the sky

Lets go back in time a bit.
Come on in here. Come and sit.
Do not mind my musty wraps.
I will not sell them for snow caps.

Now you all think I'm a fake.
Here's some candy for you to take.
I am, in fact, so very real.
You and I can make a deal.

This is what I'm thinking of.
Little Lady, little dove.
I will tell you all about.
How I came here with no doubt.

All it cost is just one thing:
All you three must do is bring,
Me a steamy cup of tea.
Go on. Hurry off you three.

Ah, I see you all are back.
In this tea its strength does lack.
But that really is no matter.
Let us stop with all this chatter.

Let us go way, way back when.
Parts of us were Ib and Ren.
Sheut the shadow, Ba is me.
Ka, my life force. Mine you see...

Ib the heart and Ren the name.
Not one of us is the same.
Most my soul parts have not changed.
But my Ka has… rearranged.

Haha! I came back to life.
With a bone, some blood, a knife.
I shall walk till Hallow’s Eve.
Then will leave you all to grieve.

Do not run dear little girl.
Let me pat your tiny curl.
I will not hurt you all right now.
I’ll take my leave, here’s my bow.

But just watch out on Halloween.
I do love hearing small girls scream!
Goodbye now. But watch your back.
I warn all those with wits that lack…

It's that wonderful time of year again,
when we gather with family and friend

And as the candlelight dances
I feel it deep in my heart

That holiday spirit, that holiday feeling
when we all gather around the table,
singing our songs, laddi da.
Until the candlelight fades and the sun drops down
Only happiness is left hanging around.

After all of the family's been fed
The rest of the evening lies ahead

And through the smiles and laughter
I feel it deep in my heart

That holiday spirit, that holiday feeling
when we all gather around the table,
singing our songs, laddi da.
Until the candlelight fades and the sun drops down
Only happiness is left hanging around.

And as the music is ending
I feel it deep in my heart

That holiday spirit, that holiday feeling
when we all gather around the table,
singing our songs, laddi da.
Until the candlelight fades and the sun drops down
Only happiness is left hanging around.

He was shorter than us. Scrawny. Freckles around his lumpy, mushroom nose.

He walked to school alone.

We would hide by his fence and pelt him with leftovers from dinner.

By his locker, we jeered. Rained occasional blows on rounded shoulders. Watched as his face slowly turned the color of ripe tomatoes.

One day, he didn’t come. Not to his fence; not to his locker.

The others saw his mother on television. I saw her eyes gaunt with grief.

They saw his father. I, the tears his father shed.

They moved on to new targets.

It’s just me now, standing here, alone.

Hello.
Hello yourself.
What do you want?
What about you?
What is up?
What’s with you?
I am trying to get rid of you.
Hello.
Hello yourself.
Why do you keep saying that?
Why do you?
You are a pain.
So are you.
Why can I not run from you?
You can not get away because,
you are me and I am you.

Hello.
Hello yourself.
What do you want?
What about you?
What is up?
What’s with you?
I am trying to get rid of you.
Hello.
Hello yourself.
Why do you keep saying that?
Why do you?
You are a pain.
So are you.
Why can I not run from you?
You can not get away because,
you are me and I am you.

I'm cemented to a bitter stone
Frozen on empty lie
Something never understood
Trapped in an eternal state of
Why?

I watch you through the frosted glass

Standing here
Watching through the glass
Everything is so unclear.
Standing here
Miles and miles away
Through the smoke I disappear
Far away
Where your eyes don't see me
Standing here

Translucent wishes,
Fogged up memories
Secrets never uncovered
Unsaid words begging to be
Free

I watch you through the frosted glass

Standing here
Watching through the glass
Everything is so unclear.
Standing here
Miles and miles away
Through the smoke I disappear
Far away
Where your eyes don't see me
Standing here

Get out of my head
Get out of my mind

It's like I can't run
and I can't hide

Standing here
Watching through the glass
Everything is so unclear.
Standing here
Miles and miles away
Through the smoke I disappear
Far away
Where your eyes don't see me
Standing here

Some days, for me, my brain doesn't work.
I find myself acting a fool.
But my friends and I share a smirk.
And I find that I really feel cool.

It doesn't matter what people say.
It only matters what you think.
You're a cool person every day.
And you might find that you're on the brink.

Genius is in the eye of all those,
who know what genius really is.
I promise that your genius shows.

Even if nobody sees it.

I am headstrong because I always look to myself for approval before following any instruction.

I am positive because I always try and find the good in people no matter how deep it is.

I am proud because I’ve had so many opportunities in my life, and I feel I’ve taken many of them.

I am loyal because there is nothing I won’t do for a friend.

I am brash because I often rush into things without thinking.

I am clumsy because I run into walls a lot and often trip while going down the stairs.

I am kind because I do my best to help people less fortunate than me.

I am easily distracted because there’s always something more interesting than what I’m supposed to be doing.

I am hard-working because when I want something truly, there’s nothing that can get in my way.

I am strong because I stand for what I believe in and don’t let people take me down.

If I were a little more kind
had a few more friends
and a better mind
if I never insulted one
from behind

I'd Be Perfect.

If I had prettier hair
and maybe left some
more skin bare
and didn't have the eyebrows
of a bear

I'd Be Perfect

If I were a bit less shy
toned down my energy
and didn't lie
if I always smiled
when passing by

I'd Be Perfect

If I were to hang
with the proper crowd
didn't bite my nails
and was not so loud
if I was meek
and not so proud

I'd Be Perfect.

Sometimes I lie
I like to be loud
I bite my nails
I have my own crowd
What if I am
a little too proud?

I’m Not Perfect.

I am trying to move on. I'm doing my best. I think I'm doing ok given the circumstances. But I just can't shake you the way you shook me. I just don't know how it's possible. How do you go from being someone's forever to.... Nothing? I just don't know. I can't do that. I keep rolling things over and over again in my head. Did you even love me in the first place? Was all that joy and happiness and love.... Was it all just one sided? I really don't know. I didn't think someone could fake that. But maybe you could. I don't know.

I keep hoping that one day I'll just wake up, look at my phone, and there will be a text from you. There you'll be, telling me how sorry you were for everything that happened and that you just needed to do what was best for both of us and separate the emotion away, and that you love me. I don't know. But to think that you stopped loving me, or that you never loved me in the first place... It's just unbearable. Because I could never do that. I can't.

I just can't shake you.

I just don't know when it became too much. I don't know the point where you just... Turned it off. Where it faded. It never faded for me. Not for one fraction of a second. Even at my angriest, at my most hurt, my most devastated, I just wanted your arms around me. I wanted your hands in my hair. I wanted to burrow into you like I always have. I wanted you to tell me that you'll never let me go. I wanted you to tell me that I'm your honey. That I'm something else. That I'm your forever. Because you were mine.

You were everything to me. You were the best thing in my life. My favorite person in the world. I would have given anything to you, done anything for you. You held my whole heart in your hands. It was yours. And I don't know when you decided to throw it away.

I just can't do the same with yours, although I'm not sure it was ever truly mine in the first place.

I just don't know.

If I say I dreamed about you.
You may be really great.
I maybe think you're really weird.
Perhaps it's you I hate.
Perhaps my dream was a nightmare.
Perhaps I woke up screaming.
You never really know what I mean,
If I tell you I was dreaming.

If I say I dreamed about you.
You may be really great.
I maybe think you're really weird.
Perhaps it's you I hate.
Perhaps my dream was a nightmare.
Perhaps I woke up screaming.
You never really know what I mean,
If I tell you I was dreaming

Once we were young
  No cares in the world
    Our lives in the palms of our hands.

    The ocean was far
  But just within reach
You said you'd meet me there.

I ran. You flew.
       I crawled to you.
I came to find
       You were lost
No longer mine.

       Somewhere high
You left me on the ground
With clues for me to find

          You weren't far
                                                      Just out of reach
But I chose to stay behind.

"I love you more than buttercups!" Said little Mary Liu
Said Tiny Tim to Mary Liu, "I love you more than glue!"
"I love you more than applesauce." Said Betty to Lucille.
Lucille replied, "I love you more than wet banana peel!"

"I like you more than broccoli." Said Kimmie to her mom.
Her mother smiled, "Kim I love you more than lemon balm."
"I love you more than ******." Debbie told her boyfriend Don.
Donny looked at her and said, "Me too! I wish that you were gone."

So in the end, it seems to seem that Valentines are not
Anything more than people who just like to spend a lot
Valentine's Day isn't quite as glorious as we
Swoon and croon and quite as big as we make it to be

"I love you" are the most common words muttered on Valentine's Day.
On this one special day, everyone thinks of the people they care about.
Although Valentine's Day can sometimes cause more stress and sorrow than not,
We must remember what the day is really about.

In the next week, I challenge you to tell three people, "I love you."
Every day until the end of the week.

If they say it back, then you are loved.
If they don't they don't deserve yours.

Remember that the people who love you don't care about your quirks.
They accept your flaws and make you feel good about yourself.

Aim to get at least one, "I love you" every singe day.
In that sense, in that way, Valentine's Day will never end.

Look for the people who really matter and don't stop until you do.
And once you find them, hold them tight, and tell them, "I Love You."

I guarantee they'll say it back, and even if they find it hard.
Let them know you'll keep their heart and that you'll be their guard.

I'm a writer because I think in third person.
I'm a writer because I've always got a pen somewhere.
I'm a writer because I imagine a story for every situation.
I'm a writer because there are always bits of paper in my hair.

I know I'm a writer when I talk to my imaginary friends at night.
My fictional characters sing me to sleep.
Instead of calling my friends, I hang out with my dictionary.
I know I'm a writer because my head is always off in some cloud.

I'm a writer because I've got twenty notebooks.
I'm a writer because every one of those books are full.
I'm a writer because I'm closer to my characters than to my family.
I'm a writer because I know there's always one more finger to pull.

I know I'm a writer when my favorite memories are the ones on paper.
The words in my head are my very best friends.
Instead of going to parties, I read my favorite book again.
I know I'm a writer because that is who I've been since forever.

I'm a writer because I have a notebook of vocabulary words.
I'm a writer because I started collecting them for fun.
I'm a writer because words bow at my command.
I'm a writer because that is who I am.
It doesn't matter where I go in life or who I'll someday be...
I'll always be a writer, and that is what means most to me.

I'm not sure where I am.
Somewhere near or somewhere far
I'm not sure where I am.
Can you get there by plane?
Can you get there by car?

I'm not sure where I am.
Oh, when did I leave this place?
I'm not sure where I am.
Or who I am.
Or what I am.
I do not recognize even my own face.

I'm not sure where I am.
A place of bliss or one of dark?
I'm not sure where I am.
I can't see from the shadows.
I can't create the tiny spark.

I'm not sure where I am.
Where have I gone from here or there?
I'm not sure where I am.
Or who I am.
Or what I am.
I do not recognize even my own face.

I'm not sure where I am.
I cannot see through the fog.
I'm not sure where I am.
I am trapped forevermore
In this sticky, snatching bog.

Somewhere deep inside my head
A place where only I can be
A place where no one can be led
A place where I can hardly see

I'm not sure where I am.
Or who I am.
Or what I am.

But, I do know that I am.
I always was.
I'll always be.

I'm not sure where I am,
but wherever I am,
I'm free.

My fingers twitch
My eyes are wide
As though I can see
the other side

The side of pain
The place where dark
surrounds your soul
muffles the spark

The spark of life
of hope and light
that shines through day
and blinks through night

Nurture the spark
Keep it alive
Let the inferno
Fuel up your drive

Let hope inspire you
Never to cease
When all else is lost
Hope will release

Fight through the pain
for when it is gone,
life will still be there
for you to lean on.

My fingers twitch
My eyes are wide
As though I can see
the other side

The side of pain
The place where dark
surrounds your soul
muffles the spark

The spark of life
of hope and light
that shines through day
and blinks through night

Nurture the spark
Keep it alive
Let the inferno
Fuel up your drive

Let hope inspire you
Never to cease
When all else is lost
Hope will release

Fight through the pain
for when it is gone,
life will still be there
for you to lean on.

What's insomnia like?

It's when your body and mind are drained and exhausted, but something inside your head refuses to quiet down.
Its like there's a special compartment of thoughts that only opens when it's time for bed.
A unique box filled with the things you're afraid to address during the day.
The things that chase you.
Haunt you.
Bug you.

The things you'll probably never forget.
Moments permanently ingrained in memory.
Good.
Bad.
Damaging.

Things you regret.
And things you never will.

Something.
Nothing.
Everything.

They cower in the light
And return in the night.
Never leaving
Never resting.

Chasing you to the day.
Chasing all your dreams away.
Wide eyed
Vulnerable.

****** into darkness
A restless trance
Of never ending thoughts
A maddening dance.

What is insomnia?

It is madness.
Ectacy.
Horror.
Trance.
A lost abyss of endless thoughts.
The ones that never leave you.
The ones you'll never release.
Trapped inside for eternal night.

In the blink of an eye,
Everything is gone.

Siblings and children
playing in the sun.

In the blink of an eye,
it all goes away.

Families together
at the end of the day.

In the blink of an eye,
All hope is lost.

Lives have been spent
on an unjust cause.

In the blink of an eye,
Lives are torn apart.

Some have barely
even had a start.

In the blink of an eye,
My faith is destroyed.

My hope for humanity
falls into the void.

You

                       look
                                                    right

                                                               ­         through
                         me...

Like
                                                              I'm

                                      Barely

                    Even

                                     ­                          There....

I remember the hugs you used to give me before I really knew you.

I remember feeling weirded out by you asking me out over instagram.

I remember the first time I stood close to you, thinking I felt something there.

I remember you saying hurtful things in the beginning.

I remember sitting in the back of my car, just talking until 1am.

I remember being unsure if I wanted to be with you at first.

I remember sitting on the floor of my dorm, and asking you to kiss me because you were too oblivious to do so.

I remember feeling rushed by your want for instant commitment.

I remember how much I wanted you, and how right it felt being with you.

I remember feeling weird about dating someone from work.

I remember the times you made me cry of happiness.

I remember being hesitant about going public about our relationship.

I remember times I was shocked at how intelligent you seemed.

I remember being frustrated at how stubborn you were sometimes.

I remember how happy it felt to be in the car with you.

I remember the times when you let me down or left me to my own devices when I was sad.

I remember how you made me feel like I was a kid again.

I remember the time I sat crying on the floor after you told me I'd have to give up passing my culture to my kids.

I remember wearing your jacket in North Carolina because it made me feel like you were there.

I remember talking to my guy friend on New Year's because you went to sleep and missed midnight.

I remember the smell of your laundry detergent and how it makes me smile even now.

I remember the times you said you weren't sure if you wanted me around.

I remember loving your family and wanting to be a part of it.

I remember your family kicking me out onto the street when I became an inconvenience.

I remember the times I just wanted to stare at your face because I couldn't believe I loved someone this much.

I remember wondering if you ever truly loved me.

I remember the things you did for me that made me feel loved and complete.

I remember the times when I felt like a burden to you.

I remember the times you were truly there when I needed you, even when it was inconvenient to you.

I remember the times when you weren't.

I remember the kisses you'd give before going to work in the morning.

I remember feeling lonely on the days I didn't hear from you.

I remember loving your flaws, because they were a part of you.

I remember telling myself that your behavior was ok because there was an explanation.

I don't want to remember the ugly. I know it was there. But I don't want to think of you that way. I want to think of you fast asleep on my chest after a long day.

I want to think of not being able to wake you up because you are such a heavy sleeper.

I want to think of you getting excited over snails.

I want to think of your kindness.

I want to think of your love.

But that is not all there was.

There was hurt. There was pain. And there were times I sacrificed who I was to be loved by you.

But I don't want to remember that. I want to remember the love.

Each night the curtain opens
And figures do appear
Through the haze they dip and dance
Singing loud and clear

Every act is different
They never run the same
With each song the lyrics change
Singing out my name

I could become famous
Directing such a show
The cast has so much talent too
Around the stage they go!

As the curtain closes
The actors take their bow
Say goodbye until the end
The sun is rising now.

Each night the actors in my head
Put on an awesome show.
But since it’s all inside my head
No one will ever know.

Sometimes you get depressed and its hard to admit you need a helping hand.
Sometimes you just need someone to push past your wall and let you know that they're there and that they care and that they understand or at least want to try to.
Because you can't get it all out yourself.
That's what depression is like.
And its **** hard.

He cut through her heart with a blade ice,
His love had fled on a raven’s wing.
Under the shadow of his sacrifice,
A deep crevice swallowed everything.

A fated love doomed at the very start.
A love to burn in an icy flame.
Condemned by the blood of a frozen heart,
The death of light surely was to blame.

The love would exist in an empty crypt.
The will of the fates spoken too soon,
As if printed upon a hallowed script
On a hill she sat beneath the moon

He would find her there, that was to be true,
He would crush her heart without a thought
The flower’s petals, alas, far too few.
The maiden’s sorrow he cruelly brought.

As though her fragile heart were made of glass,
It shattered under his icy spell.
Her identity scattered through the grass.
Of her no more one would ever tell.

Although he did sit and delicately,
Retrieve the pieces of his true love.
Gone from the world she had definitely,
Long vanished into the world above.

But he as well had gone from the dark earth.
And though the two had gambled with death,
There can be not death if there is not birth,
Again they rose, unified in breath.

The love had been fated and it was doomed,
But after the dark comes always the light.
The promise of life, ahead of them loomed.
No hate versus love, nor wrong versus right.

Just a list of things I love:

Laughter
Friendship
Inside Jokes
Chocolate
Camaraderie
Hugs
Old Stories
Words
Reading
Writing
Kindness
Loyalty
Food
Water
Rivers (the ones with rocks sticking out of them)
Animals
Learning
Science
The Ocean
Mountains
Winter
Ice
Wind
Sunlight
Teamwork
Music
Creativit­y
Positivity
Secrets
Honesty
Darkness
Light
Knowledge
Ignorance
S­arcasm
Frankness
Performing
Sharing
Cheering
Breathing

I may come across as crazy to you. But I’m not. I’m not crazy. Well that depends on what your definition of crazy is. It could be in a technical sense. Or it could be in a literal sense. Or it could be in a mental sense. Or OK. You get it.

So here’s the thing. My friend is being controlled by Reptilian Aliens. Yes! I’m serious!... No, I haven’t seen them but… Hey. I learned it on the internet and the internet is always right. I haven’t told her that I know. I’m not sure I should.

What if they hear me? They’ll come for me! They’ll take me! What if they harm her to get information from me? What if they come and destroy the world? Oh no! They can’t. Earth is the only planet with chocolate! Imagine a universe with no chocolate! Then everyone would be without energy all the time and what a disaster it would be if I had no energy!

Especially because I only use my energy for the greater good! What if I weren’t here to warn you about this danger? You all have to keep your mouths shut! It’s imperative you are discreet! We should all go into hiding! Underground. There has to be a secret bunker somewhere for me!

I’ll help everyone get settled in our new underground home. No. Wait! My friend. She’s coming! It’s every man for himself! Aaaah!! (Runs Off)

Every day it goes away

Every day… it’s almost gone

Every day it goes away

Every day it finds a way to escape

Every day it finds a way….

Every day it finds a way….



Hope’s never there when you need it

Sometimes you’ve got to stand on your own

Hope will only take you halfway there

You’ve got to lead the way

Mist clusters on top
Of the towering mountain
The lake sits below

Some                    Days                   Things
                 Seem                  To                         Fly
                             By                     Far                         Too
                                                                                               Fast.........

They'll tell you that you're selfish when you finally let them go
They'll guilt you and they'll shame you for not caring
When you take control of all the things that you already know
And let go of all the pain that you've been bearing

They will tremble in the shockwave that you leave them in your wake
As you put the days you wasted far behind you
They will tread above the water in a panic of self-hate
As they realize that there's nobody to run to

They didn't want you, but they did, when they thought you'd walk away
But reality had never crossed their mind
That maybe you are stronger than who you were yesterday
So you had to leave some clues for them to find

They'll scream at you and say that you are wrong to block them out
But the peace is almost deafening to hear
As they realize all the love that now they'll have to live without
They will try and stuff you full of all their fear

So now smile. Walk away until you can't hear anything
What they say is now no longer yours to hold
So go off, enjoy the light that only happiness can bring
And let all the things that you deserve unfold

I'm letting you go, now.

I wasn't sure where to start.

But it's time to move on,

So rest easy, my heart.

Sometimes I can't see past the shadows in the trees.
Sometimes I don't notice the song that lies within me.
Sometimes the sun looks down and hits me in the eye.
Blinding me from everything important in my life.

When hope flies away like a peregrine.
And out of your reach because you cannot fly.

And when the nightmares come in the darkness oh oh oh oh
Open your eyes and believe

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free

Sometimes life won't let you choose who you're meant to be
Sometimes it takes a choice before you're truly free.
Sometimes you have to let your heart show you the way.
And let your spirit soar out of the past into today.

When hope flies away like a peregrine.
And out of your reach because you cannot fly.

And when the nightmares come in the darkness oh oh oh oh
Open your eyes and believe

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free


Sometimes my heart goes cold,
But I look up to the sky,
the clouds there are fearless
And never afraid to cry.

You will be stronger than
All of the darkness in
the world you live in now
don't let yourself fall down
Don't give up on life now
Never let hate prevail
Just let your heart go free

My heart hurts a lot. It feels like it's been ripped out. And that's the funny thing: You give your heart so completely to a person, for those few moments of incredible happiness. And then it's just... Gone. And then the pain is back. You heal, and then you do it again and hope that the pain doesn't come, but it just always seems to.

My eyes are drooping.
I am getting quite sleepy.
The night is now here

Mountain Roads....
twisting
lurching
swirling round and round
until I'm dizzy

Rivers
Flowing
Rumbling
Scraping over rocks of steel
over the edge

Snack foods
Crunching
Slurping
Unbalanced meals of
muffins and deli

Family
Laughter
Screaming
Scaring people hiding
behind the doors

Pictures
Scenery
Rivers
Mountains
Log Cabins
Snack Foods
Cousins

Mountain Roads...

Some days there will be bumps in the road,
Cracks in the ice,
And mud in your shoes.
I suppose there's not much you can do about it,
Except have fun,
And keep going anyway.