I really don’t care about Valentine’s Day. I mean unless you have someone special to share it with it’s mostly just another day of over romancing couples dancing around in their perfect little harmony. Mostly, I just treat it like another day, school, library, and then swim in its exact perfect order. My own little symphony of life and Valentine’s Day is just something that might interrupt it. I’m not saying I dread it, just it depends on if you’re single or in a relationship. Personally, I’m fine being single, it’s just that Valentine’s Day when you see all the lovers and swoons, well, you feel a little lonely. I mean most of my friends have somebody and I’m fine with that, but everywhere when their “somebody” is around I feel and little intrusive and odd. As a plus though, I never have to worry about a date on Valentine’s Day and if by a miracle I get one it’s going to be with someone I feel comfortable around, so I really don’t have to stress it. On down side though, is so many couples end in tragedy do to the internet. People say and do things there you’d never expect and that can effect a relationship badly. He might like the wrong picture or she might talk to the wrong guy. Plus, with internet dating you never really know who you’re really “in love” with. It’s so easy to lie on the internet, how can you know the person is who they say they are? Also, money can ruin a relationship. What if he didn’t get you anything or you got him something cheap? See, these are all perfectly logical reasons of how easy single is. Sometimes though, you miss the love in your heart, head, and body, the feel of a warm embrace, and the strength that comes from something as easy as a held hand. Love is just a overproduced emotion that can be real or fake. Oh well though, I’m not the only one who must feel this way. Is anyone out there that has the same thoughts and feelings?

Have you ever let your mind wander off in the dark of the night to unknown thoughts, dreams, fantasies, and to all of life’s mysteries?
Midnight darkness,
Tangled sheets,
Illusions of life and dreams,
And all the hope of things unknown.

Tear streaked pillows,
As you realize all the things you’ll never have,
Wrenched out of your eager hands,
By the cruel worldly society.

Days dance on the back of your eyelids,
Of forgotten memories,
People long past gone and lost,
And of all the things you never knew you wanted.

Open World,

Birds here and there,

Waves crashing on the still-laying sand,

A forest in the mountains,

A lake in an open field,

A stream crawling with life,

A river, with it's many turns and flows leading to,

An open pond with it's muddy banks,

In the distance, A busy city calls,

But I do not answer,

For I am already talking with the open world.

Walking,
along the ocean line,
a bird flies by my head,
it lands,
still as a stone,
then it flies away leaving it's footprints,
on the beach of my memory...

I continue walking,
but there,
what was that...,
someone has evaded my mind,
and put me in a trance!

I wake to snow laden ground and a frozen lake on my right,
and a warm beach on my left,
but here,
I stand,
in the middle of it all,
in the void of my memory.
I want to move,
but alas I cannot.
I am stuck,
here in the void,
here in the nothing,
of my memory.

I cannot think,move,or even speak in the void of my memory.