When I Am Angry

When I Am Angry,
I destroy,
conquer,
soar,
pummel
the world
in my mind.
There is no one to stop me
and say "That's enough,"
I control my own limits
and today I am not heading the ship.
I am diving to the ultimate depths.
The anchors have been released.
I am unreachable
untouchable
unafraid
and uninterested.
Try to find me.
I dare you.
Because if you look
you won't see me in the darkness.

Journals

As a kid, I would always start a journal. I would write in it for a couple days, two weeks at best, and then I would forget about it. It'd be too hard to keep up, to think of ideas, to remember everything that happened.
And I sort of feel like this blog could morph into that.
But I'd like to start carrying a journal again, but I feel like I wouldn't know what to put into it.
Jokes?
Names?
Phrases?
Moments?
Ideas like names for my friend's pet turtle?
I really don't know.
If you have a journal, what do you use it for?
And do you recommend a certain size or brand for easiness?
I think I might just pick up a Moleskine.

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What do you think?

Little Seeds

Hey fellow chicos y chicas!
It's good to be back.

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I know I've taken a break from writing on Meadow Inferno, but I needed some time to get stuff done and start getting some of the creative juices flowing.
And slowly, it's coming back to me how to write a blog post that I am proud of and is absolutely me.

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But I probably won't be posting everyday.
It's hard for me to think of ideas, and while I do love the small, tiny, random thought posts that have been coming up recently, I also like the long, random ones with all the pictures and possibly deeper thoughts and the crazy drawings and the poems and pictures I've come to love.

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But today, as I was sitting at my computer writing this in my blazer and pajamas I got to thinking about all those little sentences said by somebody else that get lodged in your brain. They could be positive, they could be negative, they could be sort of both. All it takes is that little utterance, that seemingly un-important comment, the last sentence at the end of a book.
And it starts to take root in your mind.

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Before you know it, it has spread to the outer corners of your consciousness, and becomes something that you start thinking about a little more than you probably should. But the roots keep spreading and spreading and taking more of your mind until it's basically all you start thinking about and you need the answer about what it is really about. So you Google it or you try to drop hints to get somebody to talk more about it. And it doesn't really work.
And it goes away.

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But then later, what seems like hours, months, years, decades in the future, you get the answer.
And you realize that it wasn't that important at all.
Or maybe it was.
YOU SEE GUYS, I MISSED DOING STUFF LIKE THIS!
Now I gotta go find my Nutella. I hid it around here somewhere...

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This Break Thing...

Yeah, it might last longer than I thought.
I'll try to back to you chilluns by Sunday.

I'M TAKING A BREAK

After Monday, I shall start posting again. I really need to recharge from my crazy weekend and get my stuff together.

YESTERDAY WAS HALLOWEEN, Y'ALL!

AND I ATE ALL THE CANDIESSSS!
But I didn't go trick or treating.
Hehehehehe....
No, I really mostly just ate those wafer straw things with the chocolate inside of them.
And then I inhaled some of one and that really hurt.
So I ate twelve more.