Time Bomb.

I'm learning a lot. 
I feel so much.
Words filtering.
Conversations.
Arguments.
Makeups.
We're growing up. Things are different.
It's a scary place of unknown worlds. 
Like Arabian seas,
empty sanded deserts--barrel cacti. 
But we're not dead.
Life is whirling,
like a dream of blue and grey skies. 
Some rain.
Some sun. 
Hold up your hands, whaling.  
Learn to smile. Even when it hurts.
And remember how many times you say the word "I". 

Remember where you came from.

No matter what, I have my faith, and I have a Being that will unconditionally love me. I need to cling to that. 

Cameo Clocks.

I questioned time today.
What makes something worth our time more than something else?
What is *really* valid for spending it on?
Is work worth my time?
Or relationships?
Time spent reading or writing?
Time spent with music?
What about time spent alone?
I swallowed a clock and was swept away in the crest of a wave.
Tic toc. Tic toc.

Contraptions.

I have so much to say. So many filtering thoughts and images flinching through every pulse.
I was informed of my negativity. How my writings are dark and scary. It may have been a poking finger, a slam down, but it had truth. Maybe I shouldn't bare my soul for those who choose to read to see. That should be kept in private perhaps. Everything should be written down in journals, where they can join the other heaps and stacks of them filled to the brim. I won't write the scary nightmares, the anxiety, the anguish anymore. I am sorry if I offended others. I guess only positive things for now on. I can be fake too. I can flash a smile.