From the week I was gone

July 23, 2007
When driving past miles and miles of the beautiful desert landscape I can’t think anything besides, ‘I wish the lines on this paper were darker.’
And that I belong here.
The desert has such a rough exterior but can and does still flourish with life.
Even when we can’t/don’t see it.
My hand writing inspires me to strap a desktop to my hip.
You don’t even want to know where I’d put the printer.

Just the rambling of a young girl on her way to camp
♥/Hate
SuperCassie

July 24, 2007
A half a day on the road gives you plenty of time to think.
But that doesn’t do you any good if it’s to dark to write it all down.
What’s forgotten goes to the same place your lost socks do.
Did you ever wonder why it only one that disappears?
The aliens are coming for all our left shoes.
Although why I don’t know.
If you live in a place where you see no nature at all you find more beauty in it.
Unless you move the same way you do in the city,
To fast.

Sitting amongst natures beauty taking it all in (only 4 more days)
♥/Hate
SuperCassie

July 28, 2007
I’m going home from this place that has left me forever changed.
I’ve only just left the camp that may have changed my life and the seating already made me feel like the old me.
Change is something that few can achieve.
People will pay a fortune to see you fail.
My journals aren’t going to have cussing in them from here on out.
Don’t hope for my failure.
If I fail don’t chastise me.
That’s my plea.
Here is my life.
My mind, it has been made an open book.
And I have become a new person.
I guess it’s time to turn the page.
♥/Hate
SuperCassie