Love you... ;)

Why are you, you?

I am me because I enjoy being that way.

I am me because my mind and heart tell me to be that way.

I am me because I organize my room in my own creative fashion.

I am me because I love my younger siblings.

I am me because I enjoy dancing more than anything.

I am me because I complicate life and wish for simplicity.

I am me because I share my thoughts in my own ways.

I am me because I wear my own style of clothes.

I am me because I say the words I want to say.

I am me because my loved ones have shaped me to be this way.

I am me because I am creative and andventorous.

I am me because I am shy and worrisome.

I am me because I twist my hair when I am nervous.

I am me because I love to read books.

I am me because I like sunny days and snowy ones.

I am me because people facinate me and inspire my actions.

I am me because I learn from the best.

I am me because I bake pies.

I am me because I do what I think is right.

I am me because I share my thoughts through actions, not words.

I am me because I have amazing friends.

I am me because of a lot of things. And I really like being me.

Trashing Plagiarism

I was immediately swept away. Saying swept away is quite a cliche as is pointing out your cliches but, by any means, swept I was. Swept not this round by love or by interest itself but by mystery. This type of mystery that led me to deep interest and filled me with unspeakable love. You know that something is powerful when it has the ability to change you. When that something takes your body and soul and removes it from existence. I have spoken of passion before and I have specified my particular passion for dance, but things have changed. I no longer have just a passion for dance. I have an obsession,  an addiction, an infatuation, a fixation for dance. I am enslaved by dance and it's power. I have been completely taken over by it. I spent the best weekend of my life, hands down ever, at a dance convention.

I spent the weekend in a frenzy of hard work and extreme passion. In a place where my whole body quaked with pain until the music restarted and I began to move in time with it's notes. I could not be more happy or proud of myself after this weekend and I wish it had never ended.

There are no other words to try and explain the amazingness of what happened to me this weekend. All I can really say to sum things up is I am changed, moved, inspired, and now motivated for life.

All had been said. The End.

No Words to Describe

There are no words to describe how much I love dance. So I'm not even going to try. It is just the best thing in this world.

I love being me, I love it when people can handle being around me when I am really me and not fake me, because I like being the real me, even if I am kind of annoying at times and I will not stop talking, that is when you know you have real friends, when you are just you around them and they love you still.

"Let go, life does get tough, no need to stress, holds you back too much. Let's go I heard they found a solution where will you be for the revolution."

"Didn't I give it all? Tried my best... gave you everything I had, everything and no less. Didn't I do it right, to let you down, maybe you got to used to having me round. Still how can you walk away from all my tears? It's going to be an empty road, without you here. But go on and take it! Take it all with you. Don't look back at this crumbling fool. Just take it all with my love. Take it all with my love."

I love how music has a way of making absolutely anything better. Then there is dance, which has the same magic. I really have no idea what I would do without music and dancing and overall the ability to be creative. I have been learning about the different functions of the brain and there is all these things like language processing and taking inputs and making outputs but what about our creativity? What part of the brain controls that? If I knew I would love that brain part the very best.

The end of the term brings such a magical feeling into your heart, I can't even explain the relief I am feeling.

The End.

P.S. I love to write...