IamFlightless

The best place to find a bug is in the sink because you can just wash it down the drain The worst place to find a bug is on yourself because you'll either end up flinging it somewhere close by and lose it or you'll use it to scare your bug-phobic friends The best place to read a book is in bed so you're all comfortable and there's minimal distractions The worst place to read a book is while walking on the street, not only is it dangerous but frankly you look like a hipster tool The best place to listen to your Ipod is in a room full of annoying people so you don't need to hear them The worst place to listen to your Ipod is during a tor

I don't remember what I was doing at this time a year ago I don't have a great memory, but I also don't measure time the same as everyone else For me time passes in events I don't think of days in terms of Mondays or Tuesdays I think of how this is the day I'm visiting my friend Or today I'm going to dinner and a movie I can't remember what happened in-between You don't realize the journey when you're focused on the destination And I know my hindsight is stronger than my eyesight It's easy to walk through life without really seeing what's around you Numbly approaching the world The greatest weakness is the inability to walk in some

It's like most of my life I've been waiting Waiting for that next phone call, the next assignment, the next sunrise Waiting for life to start Now that it's here and it's banging on the door I'm asking for 10 more minutes I used to be content with waiting 'Good things come to those who wait' How long does it take until waiting makes you numb I want to live and breathe and laugh and love Mostly I want to know that I made an impact somewhere That's not going to happen if I spend my time waiting I need to take control and it's about time

New text Driving, can't read it Park, get out, lock car Check phone – pause Wasn't expecting that "Sup" Wow After days of not speaking? And it's midnight What possessed you to text me? This is bad, this is bad You don't want to do this again You banned speaking to him for a reason He hurt you He's still hurting you And you're letting him do it You keep letting him in When you need to shut him out Don't respond Be strong "Not much, just left a party" I'm weak

There's a girl who sits in her bedroom Graduated, Moving on, Moving out Off to a new city in a new state, a University Heart pounding, unable to sleep Only thinking "How did it get to this point?" March filled her mind with snapshots of the first year Education Major with Mathematics, maybe minor in Physics or Chemistry Because "Women in Math and Science are more likely to get jobs" Dad says Member of the team she had worked so hard to auditioned for Her new relationship with her exciting boy blossoming: No real future, too many different goals between them But with all of her 18 years of wisdom she reasoned by herself "Who decide

Girls wear pretty dresses Girls get rescued Girls live happily ever after That's what Disney taught me To wait for your prince To wish upon stars To find your Fairy Godmother Hell, they even taught me that if my father denied my wish to make a deal with a sea-witch I tried every trick that they had in their books I wore the pretty dress, every day I played 'Rescue the Princess' with my most prince-like friend I looked up and down the street, watching for the happily ever after Maybe it's just me, but there was a shortage of princes in my hometown Mostly replaced by jerks and douchebags I waited, but I guess he couldn't find a

I do not look in front of you, behind you, past you, through; you or around you I look at you and I see the truth Even in a time when honesty is a luxury and not a right When presenting the inner workings of your mind is a tradgedy And weakness is accepted as being synonymous with vulnerability But I see the truth I see the burden of pain you carry I see it in the way you walk, talk, sit, stand, even in the way you breathe But mostly I see it behind your eyes. Resting in your bones and weighing your soul down to the arches of your feet I see the cloak of shadows that encompasses you and I know the suffering you have been dealt by fat

It would have been the same as how many eyes they say I have. Contacts were my staple, but to you the red frames made it no different, because I was 'different'. At the time, you had been too. I thought we were good, but you decided we weren't. That cut-and-dry. Not any responsibility put on my shoulders. It's the geography, the timing, the implications. It was the excuses, the lies, the pain. That's what got me. The woven hands now ripped away with touches of memories that never formed. Choked off from life, before they really began to breathe. Without even the courtesy of a real explanation. One thing requested, one thing denied. Clarity