Ellen

I want to get back to…

…summer life. I want to sit on the pier as the sun rises and shiver until I have to bury myself in sand for warmth. I want to go days without coming home. I want to cry as I puke in my neighbors yard and sleep under the stars and sprinklers. I want to toss kids into the water and steal their gold. I want to be with someone as we share our souls under the moon and not worry about what life will plague us with. I want to hide behind the sailboats as we hide our happiness. I want to know that I can live with anyone and be free. I want to explore the forest and not care about getting lost. I want to get thin with worry that it will someday end.

Have you ever felt that way?

Hello

Hello. How are you? Furthermore, who are you?

Let me answer. You are weird, you are quiet, you are loud. You are mean, but also nice. You’re funny when you try. You wish you could fly, you wish you mattered. You need to get something done. You have few friends, yet too many. You are crowded, yet so alone. You have vivid memories, and too many regrets. You are good looking. You understand more than you appear to.

Nice to meet you.

That pretty much sums up how I live. I’m pretty stubborn, I always change things until they are just how I want them. I wouldn’t say I’m a perfectionist at all. I don’t obsess over little details or insignificant, trivial things. It’s usually just when someone else has a bad idea. Or what I think is a bad idea. Usually, I’m not content to just let it go and let them have their way. It’s one of my faults. I’ll push until I can improve the idea.