New new new

Dear world,

New new new, everything is new. I love it when things are new.
They smell new, feel new, look new. This site is new! I just carried
this over from xanga. Sadly, for some reason, I feel like I've outgrown
xanga. It seems a lot of kids write there anymore. I'm looking for
the next step up. Though I don't really understand blogspot either.
It's a new world that I would like to explore.

To tell you about myself a little. I am an aspiring; linguist, musician,
artist, author, professional knitter, student, and photographer. It's
true... I don't really know what I want to do with my life.

The most obvious thing that I am pursuing right now during the
summer is something in music. I have been writing music for a
couple years now. It's something that I have grown to be able to
interpret my emotions and express myself through. I was never
able to do that so much with my drawings. In high school every-
one expected me to go into art... but I proved them wrong going
into music, though that was predictable enough, I got them again
jumping into Spanish later on. However, lately I just took a bike
ride down my road. It was the most amazing experiance I had
and knew I had to write about it...

Some blips... In order... the more I wrote the better it got... some
will most likely be excluded, especially the beginning...

I'll peddle my fuji through the crisp night,
To catch myself or at least the sight,
With the chattering chains that sing along,
And bring a peace to where I belong...

one blip...

Amytheist skies bleed onto the street,
Unable to see where the gravel meets,
My bike it sends me there,
Some place I'm unaware,
My only friend is the chattering chaings,
A lullably for anxiety drains,
My soul is far too gone,
And we keep pressing on,

two blip...

The whole world turned gray,
It took my breath away,

three blip...

I sing to the blackened sky,
Burned by the sun's fals try,
Will heal to a crystal blue,
Nursed by the moon's sweet dew,

I say I can relate to pain,
As I note a flying plane,
And wonder if the people see,
Something that resembles me,

It's not a fairytale or dream,
Nor is it better than it seems,
Reality has played its part,
You can feel it inside your heart...

MORE!

That's just what I'm working on... no music yet.