Floating Off A Page...

I’ve been around forever, yet never really there. Laugh too much, smile too little. Never made anyone wait, never waited either. I run ahead, don’t look back never stop moving, never sway off track. I’ve made my choices; most of them were of my own volition. And if you’ve realized, I’m sorry but you were never one of them. Don’t worry, I don’t often choose people. And people don’t often choose me. It’s easier that way; I don’t stick around. Speed of a cheetah, memory of a goldfish. Hurts a lot less than it would if we stopped and tried to fix something that only existed in your mind. Because there is never “We” with me. There is no “Us.” I don’t function well with strings. I might’ve listened and understood Yet do you remember me talk and share? I never really tried to care. So let me go, it’s for the best You can’t help someone who doesn’t need it. I might be alone, but I’m not lonely No regrets, no tears No ties, so no fears. And it might hurt ...

Words are strange things.  Poised, elegant, and always moving. Flighty, even. They elude most people, making them put in supreme effort as begginers, before we can actually understand them. And the minute we do, they begin floating off the page, swimming before our eyes, and sucking us into a brand new world.                                Welcome to Floating Off A Page, the chronicles of a reader's life, where nothing is  the same as it used to be. This blog is going to be funny, sarcastic, and brutally honest. It will also be hard-hitting, genuine,  and sometimes aggravating. But most importantly, it's going suck you into a whole new world; my world. Hold on to your seats,  folks; it's going to be one hell of a ride!!