I feel a bit as if I should write deep and profound things in my blog... but I haven't felt deep and profound writing abilities abounding too much recently, so I will make do with some stuff I wrote a long while ago when I was in highscool (and got bored during class).
One and a half miles from Ms. Lauries physics class stood a large man. His wild, scraggly hair filled every nook and cranny it could on his face and formed a twirling beard off on his left cheek. He wore a loose suit that was tough like camel-hide and flimsy as cotton. His feet were bare and devoid of hair, contrasting his face and giving him a mystical appearance, instead of beastly. His eyes focused magnetically on something far in the distance. It could have been anything, the ground was so wide.
One and a half miles from Ms. Barber’s biology class hung a snake, and from that snake, two large eyes. The snake wasn’t real, it was a trick of the mind, or maybe it was a trick of the eyes.
Do you ever feel that there's a place meant just for you just at this moment? With whatever you're going through and whatever is happening, there's a place you can go that makes all pain disappear and nothing but peace remains? I think that's what I was imagining when I wrote this next paragraph
I could throw my arms away from my sides and spin in the warm air with the breeze twisting the tops of the tall, green trees. I could kick off my shoes and pinch the grass beneath my toes, lifting my eyes to the radiant blue sky.
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