through the eyes of a fifteen year old aspiring journalist--

"back here you never lost; you shake the shivers off

you take a drink, to get your courage up, can you believe it?

just this once just for now and just like that it's over"

in my own little voice, i speak. as equally as loud and clear as it is unheard. silent screaming. 

now that were past the little emo words, let's move on to fiction shall we? :)

I walk slowly down the hallway, passing people I know, people I didn't know who existed, and I think. Thinking about things like, who these people are behind this shade of mystery; from things as big as, what problems do they have in their life, or to the most simple tiny thing, such as what kind of music they like to listen to.

It boggles my mind, that behind the face of every person is a soul, with a life, and you will never quite know exactly what it's about. Say at any given stop light in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, there are probably about 2-6 people at that not very busy stoplight every 5 or 10 minutes. Think hard about it, see, one of these people might be late for their job, or, in one car there's a couple who're having a small fight, or maybe one car there's four annoying kids in the back seat. Not saying that most have negative lives, but face it, it's probably true. The one thing that 'miffs' me the most is that I will most likely never ever know exactly what's going on around me at all times, not that it's a control issue, but I feel the need for constant knowledge. Sometimes I feel things, out of no where, whether it be a shiver, or a bad feeling; sometimes I feel that I can tell when someone is extremely angry. I get a negative vibe, or I get bad shivers. I guess in a way, my thirst for knowledge is somewhat quenched by this tiny look into the lives of a stranger.


kind of just realized I went from the beginning of a story, to my thoughts.. oh well, fiction isn't my greatest strength...