Reality

It’s simple.

… Arrogance…

Time.

I think this is the time.
The time to find yourself, the real you.
Dont fake it anymore, and come out another person.

‘Cause face it, honesty is the key.

Greed

I’ve realized that no matter what you do for someone it won’t ever be enough. You can be the ‘best thing’ to their life, and it still won’t be enough. People are greedy. There are so few people who cherish what the have and had in a relationship. I’m sure everyone has their bad days, and their upsets but even that one person, that one who you love,or say you love and will never mistreat, should make you feel warm, and loved. But that’s not always the case. No one person can change the extreme mood of someone, or so it perceives. I know of one person, who can change my mood so easily and make me feel wonderful in the shortest amount of time I’ve ever experienced. He knows who he is and I will always feel the same way. But back to my point. You can love someone with everything you have, give them everything that you possibly can to please them, try your hardest to be the best you can be. They can be the person that you feel as if you can walk up to and hug in the worst of times and feel so safe and they will make it seem like they care and they may say they care and they’ll throw you around like a sack of dirty clothes. You will always have your ups and downs but the little things shouldn’t matter and the bigger should be easy to get over. But you can never trust someone, because everyone is a liar, a cheater, a user, and even an abuser. You have to build a relationship with a person so well that they wont be any of those to you. And you’ve completed something so fascinating you’ll hold on to it forever.

I don’t even know where I’m going with this, is just rambling on. I’ve just been thinking about a lot lately and I feel like letting go and giving up on everyone except my best friend, my brother, the boy I’ve fallen madly in love with. My Christopher, my lover, my sweetheart, my babycakes, my other half, my everything. He’s the one who I could run to in anytime of need and he would comfort me without a thought, and I would do the same for him in a heartbeat. I think everyone needs to find that one person and keep them forever, cause I know I’ve got mine and he’s all I really need. Maybe people would gain some common sense, and grow up. Learn to respect and accept. But that’s just my opinion. Of course, that will never happen.

Her Smile

Sitting in the passenger seat of my car. My eyes aren’t on the road, even though it is my hands on the steering wheel. I can’t take them off her. I’m not even sure she knows I’m looking at her. She’s focused on something outside the window of her side of the car. She is smiling, and I think it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve encountered. It beats the sunset in my rear view. It beats the birds gliding over the water under the bridge we are traveling over. It beats the music playing in the background. Her smile. It beats anything I’ve got.

By: Christopher Ryan Knight

Journal Question

May 5th. Sitting in class and our teacher goes ape shit and gets pissed and writes questions on the board titled, “Journal Questions” We were to answer as many of the questions as we could in the 45 minutes of class. I read them, decided I had no words for the rest except for number 1. Here is the question and the answer I had to supply; 1. What do you want to be when you grow up? Why? - Im not exactly sure what I want to be when I grow up. My mind thinks very complex and abstract making it easy for me to become and artist, but which I am no good at painting, drawing or sculpting. This gives me the idea of becoming a writer, but my words and thoughts are too complex for most people to understand. My work would be no good and no use to the lack of intelligence in the people of the world today. I am only knowledgeable of the things that never seize to interest me. I wish to be a vintage model but my looks are not flawless and I am far from perfect. The agents who give models their jobs should be ban from ever judging people in the first place. For true beauty is not in looks but deep in the soul of one’s body. The vision they allow to give off is only ruining the mind and images of the young girls who think they have to live up to that, to be beautiful and to be someone. Which leads me to my next job choice; Photography. I see the pictures photographers take and with a little indie music its all the inspiration I need. I can look at and take a picture and tell you exactly what its trying to say. And so they say “a picture tells a thousand words” Its so cliche’. A picture tells one thing and one thing only. That is emotion. Emotion is the key. The whole to life. Emotion is the connection to a person. To help understand. To relate you NEED emotion. In which I have decided to be a physciatrist.