I guess its high time for me to leave a good one, eh? Blog topic today: Poetry. I was looking back at some of my old stuff, when I noticed that most of it gravitated around two main topics--- Death and Night/Evening. I know its weird, and I assure you its far from romantic: I enjoy going outside at night and simply sitting on my lawn. I sometimes travel to the busy street at the end of the road and watch traffic (now thats WAY out there). Anywho, I sit on my lawn, but I dont stare at the sky. I dont like the way that the vast and engulfing night sky makes me feel--- so tiny and insignificant, as if the whole world is moving just a little bit faster than what I want it to. However, I DO enjoy the night. I like the way it feels, serene and beautiful Its the slowest part of the day, mind you (for me at least), when my half of the world is fast asleep, giving me just enough time to enjoy the way it sways.

The same goes with Death, I often view Death as a person rather than as an occurrence. I'm not sure why. I guess... viewing Death as a person makes him easier to accept. Why? Because I fear no man. Humans aren't much frightening at all to me. I know what humans are capable of. Its the things that are INHUMAN that frighten me the most---- Certain degree's of darkness, certain types of animals, vastness, time. Things that are difficult to control, understand, rebel against, things that are difficult to kill or will not die.... Those things are...well... scary...

I guess the topic wasn't quite poetry, was it?