I told the water from my eyes to roll. Down the street to where you were. And tell you to come back to me. And when I waited to go see. I saw the sun had left naught. A journal to save the day. Sunny, bright, constant, exciting.

I see around me,. The faces of those from whom I originate. I see a Grandmother, and Grandfather. The Dark hair, the Wise eyes. Tall, Strong, and again Dark. Then I look at myself. Blonde, Tall and Thin. I look at my mother. Maybe the Connection lies there? She is Short and has the Dark hair as well. Where do i come from. At the other family members. The Indian takes over all other traits. I see not myself anywhere.

March 29, 2010 by anonymouslykatie. I want to take a Shower in Peter Pan Peanut Butter. March 26, 2010 by anonymouslykatie. If I took a shower in Peter Pan Peanut Butter would I never grow up? Even if people try to look for me.

When everything that you have worked for is gone smile and do it again but try harder to not let it go. When you cry yourself to sleep all the time stop and smile and try not to cry. When you think that you are alright and other.