I: Cut Me Loose
cut me loose
from this fear of failure
give me your trust
push me
I can't do this alone
tell me I can
need me to
teach me how to live
please
break my fetters
and teach me to fly

I: Musings on the Future
my future is blank
anything might happen
my life is empty
despite the past I carry
"the youth are our future," they say
now I know why:
our lives haven't begun
it scares and excites me
this foggy vast expanse
is constantly changing
my future is uncertain

I was going through my now-famous "random scraps" drawer and I found this old journal entry from 2005. I would have been fifteen then, and this particular entry chronicles one of the many times I allowed my imagination to run away with me - literally. I was completely in earnest when I wrote it, but it is hysterical to read now. I can only roll my eyes at the thought of how scared I really and truly was at the time.
Just thought you all would enjoy this.

October 3, 2005