The more people i meet, the more i like my dog.

Would you let me speak when I have thoughts in my head that will not go away? When I hurt, the ache inside me won't go away and I need words...consistent cascades that tumble on the hard rocks of your ears below, or painful bursts of volcanic ash that burn you, making you run away to the safety of the sea. What you don't realize is that below the clear, cool surface, there are sharks in there. I cannot put a stopper to the waterfall or plug the volcano for you, it would end badly you know. 

My words are not intended to permanently hurt; they just need to be released. What hurts more than anything is that my words fall upon deaf ears. 

I suppose this is why animals would always be my first choice. Nothing I say can make them hate me, make them love me any less. The actual words mean much less to them than the emotion and intention behind them. 

Wanting to be with someone and get to know them better involves speaking or even just enjoying the silence; essentially it's about wanting that contact and coming to a better understanding of them. 

Thought for the day: How could you be more like your dog?

back on campus

I found my mind crouching within the carpet on my dorm room floor this morning. Having lost all navigation, it decided to throw in the towel toward the Northeast corner nearest to the door; it was huddled deep in thought. I got down on my hands and knees, careful to avoid brushing my limbs against the ugly, light pink carpet with specks of black and white that made it appear forever dirty.
I cannot keep any train of thought in this station, but I find when i am hovering close to my mind, I find myself much more focused. It can't know that I'm here...so I try to inch closer, trying not to touch the carpet...ooooh, that was close; i have to pull my pant leg up around my calf from where it had gone ever so close to giving me away.
My mind seemed to be exhausted; it was pulsating and it's color reflected the carpet where it sat...what was I doing, sneaking up on it? It obviously wasn't ready for me. I slowly pull myself up and inch away toward my bed. I wanted to be left alone; who was I to disturb myself?
The room was no longer in focus. I crawl under my soft covers and close my eyelids...but for a crack, through which I saw my mind. It was changing color from ocean blue to periwinkle to moss green to teal. I thought I saw clouds drifting across the surface and a palm tree waving in the wind. The soft breeze touched my cheek.
I suppose I will just have to be content here.

Thought for the day:
Where do you really want to be? Is your mind too full of thoughts to let yourself go and be content where you are?