existentialpantomime

Today I had a very sad, and yet joyful experience. I was in the library at school researching a paper and I began to walk down the aisle upon aisle of books. There was every kind that you can imagine; novels, journals, short stories, poetry, reference, and anything else that you can dream of. I go to college so it is a fairly big library, but it's not as if I had never been in there before. I have been in many libraries in my life, but for some reason, this time it was different. I used to read a lot as a child, but recently I have not read as much as I have wished. Over the past few years, I have made new friends, got a job, had more deman

The blue sky floated over our heads The white puffy clouds drifter by as slowly as We rode our bikes down to the lake No worries were on our mind in those days No thoughts of jobs, or school, or girl problems Just us, our bikes, and some good times Before the worries of alcohol, drugs, or sex Before we had to fret about college decisions It was just us and those roads Those trails That lakefront That pier Just us and our bikes, our freedom In that summertime past Summertime will return

How does one exactly define the word friend? In my experience, this single word has been used to denote a variety of meanings ranging from an acquaintance, to someone who means more to you than the entire world. I, myself, have used the word in many different ways to comment on many different people, without truly knowing what I was saying.  I have used this single word to describe people whom I hardly know, and others who I know very well. It seems that our lack of words in the English language has made it difficult to adequately use the term in the proper sense. The dictionary definition describes the word as meaning "one attached to anot

Why is it that I can never express what I feel with these words? As much as I try to say it, it never comes out right. These thoughts swim in my head in a huge jumbled mess. I want to clean house, but I can never seem to do it right. If I could only say what I truly feel, I think that people might understand me better, but I don't know if that day will ever come. I hope it does, because I want someone to understand. I laugh to myself It's ironic because writing this now, is the only time I can remember that I have written something that actually states how I feel clearly. The rest seems like a tangled web that I have y