Small world

I'm bored. Today seems to be filled with half-said sentences and points. I have to do my homework, but I'm procrastinating it until I feel guilty enough to do it. My world seems so small. A small world is okay, and it's comfortable, but I want it to grow. I want to see more things, do more things, be more things. That side of me is human, maybe? Always desiring something more. Whatever, someone give me a taco.

All the wrong way

I know,
it's because
all you wanted from this world was love,
right?
But don't you realize
that you're going about it,
all the wrong way?

You can never,
demand love or respect.
Because they are free.

Can't you learn to love yourself,
just a little?

Gears

The world is being run by old, broken down gears that have been turning since it began. Once you look at them, you wonder why the world hasn't stopped yet. Routine?

Scent of a Library

Yesterday I went to the library. I love the library. Everything about it. The stacks of books in their shelves, each one a different world begging to be opened and explored. The labyrinth of  passageways, and the smell. I don't know what it is, but I always decide whether I like a place(or person) by it's smell(I'm not a dog!). And I just love the smell of books. Every one smells a bit different. Some smell old with their crumbling pages, some new with crisp pages. And a whole building full of books like that smells wonderful.

Ending? The world is?

Oh yeah.., isn't the world supposed to end today?
I'd forgot.

The Shortest Scary Story

The last man in the world. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
-by someone else(I don't know)

Heard from my Uncle Sandy.

Cleaning Today

Clean, clean, cleanity, Clean. Clean-ness all around the world..CLEAN , yes CLEAN. That's what I did today. It is something people put off, but is greatly appreciated by the same species. Everything's "Pika-pika" now.