They can’t stay in the present.
Because
their eyes are three seconds ahead,
their head is three years behind.
And the light
that shines above the head,
is seven more years
slower than tears.

They can’t stay in the present.
Because
their eyes are three seconds ahead,
their head is three years behind.
And the light
that shines above the head,
is seven more years
slower than tears.

Let me be your beacon,
let me be your guiding light.
I know you’re scared, tired, and broken,
but I’m here to hold you tight.
I know you hide your fears from me,
you get ashamed when you let them show,
but babe,
I’ve cried in your arms many times,
so please just let me know
what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours,
your wicked, twisted, brain
filled with lies and awful times,
but babe let me be your change.
I just want to love you,
you’ve been through so god damn much,
your beautiful soul deserves the world you know,
I wish you thought the same.
I’m sorry for everyone who hurt you,
you’re scared to let me in because you fear I’ll do the same.
Everyone you’ve loved has done you wrong,
but darling I’m not the same.
So let me be your beacon,
let me be your guiding light.
I know you’re scared, tired, and broken,
but I’m here to hold you tight.


It finally rained the other day .
After having so many hot days, I was really ready for the weather to cool down, and to let the water fall from the sky.

There was talk of rain over last weekend weekend, and in the beginning of the week, and I was skeptical that it would actually happen.
There was between a 20-40 percent chance, but with less than 50% chance, the earth still made it happen.
Thursday started off clear and I was worried that this one rainy day was going to be just a cold day, where I was looking to the sky hoping for rain.

Soon enough it began to rain a little after noon.
I was standing outside and felt a light drizzle.
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I returned back indoors and just as the door shut behind me, it is as if the skies opened and the heavens rained down upon the ground.
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.
An excerpt from Hamlet by Shakespeare.

Currently, I am reading Hamlet in my AP English class. Now, Shakespeare hasn’t always been my strong suit. But sometimes, I find myself getting lost in his beautiful wording.
This quote says it all.
People will always question the heavens above them and the ground that they stand upon. Even more so, people will question the words of those they know, even those that they are very close to.
However, there are a few sure things in life. One of them is love.

Whether this love is directed towards family, a close friend, a girlfriend, a boyfriend, a pet, a picture, a passion, or a song, love is always there.
Sure, love can be a confusing thing at times. Especially for those near my age, when awkward teenage love is beginning to mature and we are just figuring out who we are and what we are capable of. But for the most part, people can clearly identify love.
This is a universal feeling. It’s something that Shakespeare knew clearly hundreds of years ago and it’s something that holds true today.
I say, trust in love. Trust in your mother and your father. Trust in your best friends and your enemies. Trust in your boyfriend or girlfriend or whoever your special person may be. Trust in that feeling. It is one of the few sure things that will persist throughout time.
Love is timeless.

Fingertips feel numb. Palms feel cold. Stomach feels light. Head feels warm.
I welcome this unease.
Two become one from 2,000 to none in perhaps less than seven.
Which makes me worry. I don’t get hungry anymore.
I welcome this unease.
I won’t be unfaithful, but I might stray. I might stray. No, only for a minute. But it is always you. Something always brings me back to you…unwillingly, powerfully, endearingly, courageously, always.
I welcome this unease.
Let the butterflies consume my heart when I see you again. Let them take over. Let them feast. Feast until they have had their fill, and more. So it will last me until our next unspoken encounter.

Silence.
Only the buzz of a the car rolling on the freeway.
Above her head, black expanse broken by the single, flickering light of a plane.
That was the first time she ever truly wished she could run, escape. Get out of this stuffy car. Away from all of the stress and pressure. To find Some reprieve, Some momentary peace, Somewhere far away.
If only she could be on that plane that was slowly crossing the night sky. If only she could switch lives with the driver that drove parallel to the car she was in. If she could leave…if. If.
Oh, and how she wanted to SCREAM. It seemed sometimes that was the only way to keep her sanity. To scream. But she could not.
She couldn’t bear telling her father, who was sitting behind the wheel. No, that would break his heart. He didn’t need to know. Nobody needs to know.
So, muffled, in her thoughts, she was screaming. Her eyes silently staring ahead.
Miles to go until she got to her destination.
And miles to go until she could start living her life like she wants to.
Instant darkness. The excited yells of frantic girls could be heard across the Upper campus as Ojai Valley School experienced it’s first blackout of the year. Many of us did not know how to react. It was exciting for all-this chaotic, fortuitous occurrence meant that study hall was postponed. A herd of girls began to stream out of the dorms, assembling into the blackhole, but they were soon told by the faculty that this was not a fire drill and that it was okay to be inside the dorms. We retreated. Back inside the black enclosures, people huddled together, walking to their rooms scouring drawers and closets for any source of light they could find: flashlights, cell phones, even laptops.
I was one of the few for whom this was a frightening experience. I have nyctophobia, meaning I am afraid of the dark. My first instinct was to grab my headlamp that had been so handy during dark nights camping out in the Eastern Sierras just two weeks back. It was just my luck when I snapped out of my frantic state and realized my headlamp was upstairs, in the storage room. It was a scary journey up but when the dorm parent on duty, Ms. Smith, opened up the room, I dashed in there to find the precious light source.
I walked back downstairs with a new sense of calm, the light from my headlamp illuminating the way back to my seat in the girls lounge. There, Mama asked passing girls where their flashlights and headlamps were. Apparently, we were supposed to keep them in our rooms, in case of emergency like this. Weird. In my four years at Ojai Valley School, this is the first blackout I have ever experienced. This was also the first time I have ever heard anybody tell me that I needed to keep an emergency headlamp just chilling in my room. The only girl I witnessed having a headlamp handy was Zooey. I guess we all didn’t get the memo.
