Nostalgia

I was the hero of my story
I had my stick
No
My sword, I had my sword sheathed on my back
I had endured many tests and trials to prove myself a true hero
I finally proved worthy to wield the sacred sword
The sword that can fell evil with one swift stroke

My journey through my backyard
No
My journey through the 5 countries on the continent plunged into darkness
I fought my way through countless armies
Finally strong enough to face the dark god herself

I finally entered the christmas tree farm behind my house
No
I finally entered the tower of the gods to face evil herself
Just one man, to save the world
Me

I entered the tree farm
No
The chamber where she waiting for me. Waiting to kill me
I had gone too far to fail now, everyone was depending on me
We engaged in a fierce battle

I attacked swiftly by swinging a blow with my stick
No
My legendary sword
He dark magic was strong
But in my young naive mind, I was unstoppable
After hours of a fierce fight, I was going to deliver the final blow
I was going to save the world

Come in, It's time to eat

Ok mom

I dropped my sword never to pick it up again.

I have accepted defeat

How to not care

If you're anything like me, you once wanted to please everyone. You lied, you went out of your way to please. You never did anything for yourself. And to anyone who still does that, I'm sorry. I'm sorry you can't let go of what people think of you, because you can't please them all. Someone will always end up hating you. I'm sorry that you can't walk into the middle of a bustling mall and breakout in dance without any music just because thousands of people who don't give a shit might just think you are weird. The secret to life is to not care. Not to not care in a sense that you have no one close to you. Don't care what people think. Be yourself. And if someone tears you down for being yourself, they aren't worth it. I have learned a lot from my best friend. He is the one who taught me not to care. I used to be that kid who wouldn't dance because I was too self conscious. I used to be the kid that wouldn't talk to anyone because I was too afraid that they would look down on me. He has changed me and influenced me more than can imagine. And for that, thank you.

Dancing is a blast

I don't know how to dance, but I still do. I dance when I'm not supposed to dance. When there is no music, in public, in the shower (well maybe not there) and am I any good? Nope! Do I care? Nope! Other people seem to like it though, strangely enough. My moves consist of awkward arm flails and swivels, booty work, off beat steps and kicks, and the occasional bow of the head and finger point straight up in the air. It's quite phenomenal, really. People often stop and ask if I actually do dance and I just look at them with utmost seriousness (arms and legs still flailing about) and say "nope" and dance away. If you are scared to dance, suck it up, learn to not care, and work it!

Also, if I could dance like this man, my life would be complete.

A one way thought process

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you more than you are thinking about him

I'm thinking about you like a phone thinks about its charger to regain life

Like that iceberg thinks about sinking

Like welders think about finally connecting 

Like a frown thinks about being happy

I'm thinking about you like a prostitute thinks about that empty money

Like that toy at the bottom of the toy box thinks about being played with

Like a leaf thinks about its final memories as it floats delicately to the ground

Like a soldier thinks about his child back at home

Like stoners think about their next high

I'm thinking about you like a lost cub thinks about its mother

Like the atmosphere thinks about burning things

Like a pyromaniac thinks about burning things

Like a fire thinks about burning things

Like a shovel thinks about burying things?

I think about you like the tear of a final heartbeat thinks about... death

Like a torn family thinks about the past

Like an orphan thinks about families

Like the poison that kills

Like the antidote that doesn't exist

I'm thinking about you like you used to think about me. And I should probably stop thinking about you too.