The cold snow on the mountain.
The slow falling of the light snowflakes.
the crunch of snow under my boots.
just a bit farther to the top.
the cold howl of the wind.
the fidged air.
prefect place to sit down and rest.
watcdh the world fomr this mountain top,

from a side of me that dosnt get to say much

when you jump off that cliff all you can think about is how much you want to jump. As you go down you start to think about things difrently. Then when you hit the hard ground. It hurts so much. But all you can think is fuck it hurts. Why did i do it?
Yet somtimes you just pick yourself up beacuse you know that you souldnt have jumped and you know why now. yet stomtimes you jump and thats all you know.
and somtimes there is some one there to talk you down from jumping. I never had that person.
I jumped.
I felt free for a moment.
happy.
then i hit the ground.
The worst pain ever.
But i got up.
The greatest thing ive ever done.
I moved on.
Yet I still cant sleep.
I still dream red.
I still have my pains.
I still think about jumping.
Im found.
yet for some reasion I still feal so lost?
i gess its just me for the moment.


Rainman

Put one foot in fount of the other.
All the advice i can give myself.
its kindda funny.
that you dont miss somthign til its gone.
but owell...
summer might last a bit longer now.
then again next year sould go fast.
yet its kindda my last year around here....
basic
mos
somewhere not here....
and maby a ring somwhere inbetween somthing