Turning Leaves

As we leave high school and some of us go our separate ways, we don't think at the time at some of the changes we are bound to make, or some of the things that may happen between then and what is now. After I turned thirty one, I became somewhat lonely for the people I used to know in highschool, and what used to be simpler times. So, I started reconnecting slowly with some of my friends from that day and age. I saw some who didn't seem to have changed at all, and heard some stories about others that I couldn't find in my searches. The things that I heard were often sad and sometimes maddening. Some of the people that we always thought would become great successes, to our surprise, had made choices that were unbecoming of them, and others, I heard (with tears in my eyes) had passed on at very young ages, from various different reasons. Some had made it to success, when we all really thought, they wouldn't really amount to much, which is very ignorant on our parts for underestimating them. I also looked in our old high school yearbook as I was being caught up on some of our old classmates, and while looking at their pictures and imagining them then, and now, I found a deep emptiness inside of me. I couldn't help but wishing that we could all go back and start all over again, and this time know what we know now. I truly miss those times, and the people we used to be. Some of our stories, were of course, very successful, and some, very sad. If any of them are reading this, that have made it this far, I miss you guys. Maybe, sometime, we can get together, and still have those old memories to hold onto. What's life, just between friends? We can make it, one day at a time, with the friendships we made then. Turning leaves in the fall, always turn back in the spring.

Unwanted

I feel like a fat cow! Have you ever felt that way? I was looking at my old high school yearbook, and saw someone I used to know, me. She was beautiful and thin, with flawless skin, a beautiful glow, and a knockout body. Now, look at me. My body is starting to sag, I'm out of shape, and at thirty-one, I'm just starting to have acne problems! What's going on here?!? Life. Life is starting to happen to me, but I can't help but think that I may have gotten a little lazy about taking care of myself, what with the kids, and going back to school, and what have you. Admidst all of this busyness, I have forgotten about myself along the way. Have you done this as well? Surely, it's not just me. I can't seem to find that "happy" median, and balance my schedule out enough to indclude a good workout, and eating right, I need help, and lots of advice, and maybe even a good support group. Can anybody help me? Maybe we can work together, This is killing me! I can't even look in the mirror anymore. Ugh! Do you feel me? Let me hear it.
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And a Child Shall Lead The Way...

He is a small, frail child with freckles spread randomly throughout his heart shaped face. He sits, sometimes, alone and away from the small crowd that gathers in his home, usually friends and sometimes family. He sits,quietly and only speaks when he is spoken to. The various people around him will say hello to him, but then turn their attention to whatever the main event may be for that moment, leaving him with his thoughts, and taking him for granted for the rest of the night. But, I notice him, sitting alone, surrounded in his the world that has pushed its way into his small noggin at the time. I wonder what he is thinking. He smirks and even grins wide, sometimes, at a funny image that has entered his mind, I'm sure. Without, notice, he even gets up and his arm becomes a lethal weapon, and his body, a machine that should not be reckoned with. He positions himself in a stance, mimicking that of a ninja, ready to strike. I giggle at the sight, for he does this without paying any attention to those around him, which it wouldn't matter if he did, cause no one's watching, but me, anyway. This wonderful boy is always full of surprises. He is always full of dreams and schemes. He has a beautiful mind, and I encourage it. He cares not about the simple things in life, nor even the complicated. He has made up his own world; a world without fear, and sadness, ; a world without death and loneliness. He's made up a world with lots of joy, and tons of triumph, where he is the victor, and a friend to all. A world where he is king, and everyone loves and adores him, little does he know how much he is admired, and cared for. Little does he know that he is a king of sorts, in all his uniqueness. He is my life; he is my love; he is my son.