Here's looking at you, kid

For someone who needs it,

It's been a rough couple of days. You know what's been done, and you know what you need to do. You don't need me to tell you, but I will say it again. You are stronger than you know, and you will find your way. I can't make anything better, but I'll be around if you need it. "If only life were made of moments, even now and then a bad one. But if life were made of moments, then we'd never know we had one." 2015 is just around the corner and it's yours for the taking. I know you will make it spectacular, here's looking to you, kid.


--T.F.

Midnight Stumblings of a Teenage Boy

           Ok. So I’ll be honest. I am bored out of my mind. Literally I think I just saw a squirrel, wait what, sorry. Like I was saying. This is my point. I can’t think. Because I am exhausted. But knowing I would be this way I decided to have a large iced coffee at like 8 or so. Because I could. Absolutely 100% worth it. If only because I was wide awake enough to actually write this. Anyways, I couldn’t think of anything better to do with my time (because neglecting homework is my strong suit).

            Anyhow, I thought it time to begin writing again. Maybe I can convince myself to set up a schedule for the summer or something. Like once, maybe twice a week. We will see how that goes. But, back to the main point of this post. There is no point. So for part one I will share something I discovered once again tonight.

            There is nothing like good chocolate. And I mean it. It doesn’t seem to matter what mood you are in, where you are, when you have it. It is the perfect moment at that very second. Even thinking about it is wonderful. So yea. Speaking of, I will return in a moment of three after eating some chocolate—and that was completely worth it. I prefer dark chocolate, but even a small good amount of milk can be just the right thing for a midnight snack. You know I just realized how perfect this section is, I am writing a post from the perspective of a teenage boy (because that’s the only one I know?) and I wrote about food. Classic.

            As I type this I am now filling in space that was once occupied by other words, other letters, other meanings. But I erased all of it. Why? Because I felt like it. Because to me those lines were exploratory, but not permanent. They didn’t way what I wanted. So I took them away, but that made me think of a poem that I wrote. And I mean it is 12:21 (super cool number because it reads forwards and back the same way) so why not share a poem.

            Inspiration

            Inspiration.
            That’s a big word.
            It’s almost like a star

            Or maybe it’s a ship,
            A mighty ship,
            That sails surging seas.

            Or maybe it’s a demon,
            An awesome demon,
            Demonstrating distinct power.

            Or could it be a man?
            A hulking man,
            Masculinely marching on.

Or maybe it’s just a word.
A fun word to explore,
Witnessing worlds we never once wondered of.  

So there’s that. And now for my final stumble of the night, because the caffeine is wearing off. And I have to be up at 6. Which you will see when I post this in the morning because I don’t have internet right now. I’m glad I can claim to be back, and I hope I keep this up. And hey. If I am actually writing, spread the word dudes and dudettes.

Much love. Godspeed.

T.F.