My nightmare

I have one reoccurring nightmare. In it I am in a giant factory. Three of the walls are concrete, and the other is open, and I can see outside. I am walking along one of the walls near a conveyor belt that doesn't seem to go anywhere. There are lots of people working on stuff being transported on the belts. Suddenly the one nearest to me starts choking. it looks like he can't breathe, and all his skin turns purple. His eyes are bulging out of his head, and he seems to be crying for help. Then, he is fine and he returns to work, but he has changed, he is now a completely different person. I start running down the lines of people. The same thing is happening to all of them, very quickly. I start screaming, as I approach the open wall, and then I wake up.

Beauty

Beauty is a strange thing. So many people now a days try so hard to be beautiful, but they don't know what beauty is. I know it sounds cliche, but beauty really is on the inside. Many people just can't find it in themselves or others. Take my friends for example, they are beautiful to me, but obviously some kids can't see the beauty, and it bothers me. Often it worries them. It worries me too, although I try to ignore it. I think that beauty is similar to a soul. People can have it, and once you look for it, it's there. If you don't look for it, it's just not there. So many girls at my school don't have a soul, or internal beauty, and the boys love them because they're like copy/pasted right out of magazines. I can't stand them, they have no sense of fun, they can't stand some dirt, and they look and act like clones. Now show me a girl who can get dirty without whining, can be original, and is a strong individual, and she's like a breath of fresh air in a stuffy room. I think that fresh, intelligent, original girls should be given a chance.

Long practice

I just had the most boring rehearsal ever. It was a costume parade, and I didn't have any costume pieces, so I had to have everything given to me from the supply room. I'm too short! Nothing fit! then I had to wait until I was the last person there. I now have two dresses. One is knee-length and turquoise with large sparkles on the torso. The other one is a southern-belle dress. It has pale pink underskirt, with a large bottom section of dark pink. Over it the dress is pale pink. The bottom of the sides is lifted up to show the underskirt and held in place with pink bows. The neck line and straps are made of layers of frills in alternating pink and dark pink. I fell like a giant birthday cake. Worse, it needs a petticoat. I hope I can learn to walk in it.

The Wrong One

I have chosen the wrong person to fall in love with. He is much older than I am, and I cannot hope to ever know his love. Although I pray that he likes me, he barely knows me. When I read what he writes, I feel close to him, and I hope that he feels the same, but I know he doesn't. Because after all, what sane guy would fall for me? What normal guy could ever like a girl with as many personalities as a jewel face and a way of letting her anger go that would put Vesuvius to shame? No one would possibly ever want to be near me just to be with me. So I'll keep dreaming.

Darkness

In my lair below the earth, fires glow, darkness rules, and souls scream. There are no torture devices here except for their own truth. Those that come here believe themselves to be pure, but I hold the power to show them the real truth. This is my weapon, and I wield it with pride. Down here, the oceans boil and froth darkly, the grass withers, and all is pain. Nothing is safe down here, for it is my domain, and I control it.

Flying

Stars twinkle above my head. As I twirl madly, my bare feet barely touch the ground. The grass is covered with dew. Under the light of the full moon, he water shimmers like diamonds. Everything is mysterious, cloudy, but clear at the same time. Now a fog roles in. I am sheltered from prying eyes by my own cloud. At an unspoken command, the fog thickens, and sections of it collect into a cloud. I step on, and the fog lifts up. Now I am truly flying. the air lifts up my hair, and the cold is refreshing. From here, the stars are even brighter, and bigger. On a whim, I jump. Now this is freedom. Nothing holding me back, I shriek with glee. The fog billows down, and slows my fall, so that when I land the ground is nothing but a giant pillow, just there to catch me.

My Friend

Slow and calm
His fingers trace my palm.
Quiet and peaceful
He is oh so gentle.
Witty and kind
Intelligent with a sharp mind.
More to him than the eye can see
He means the world to me.

Joy

The rhythm pounds.
There are many loud sounds.
Like an African plain.
This time I will sing again.
Joy floods through.
A giant bird soars up out of me
My soul feels free.
My feet pound the ground, and I fly,
I fly through the dark sky.
The stars glitter brightly.
Adrenaline fills me.
The glimmering darkness kisses me.
I reach out,
I feel the happiness flood throughout
The world, gleaming like a pearl.

Have you ever been on an airplane?

If you never have, let me describe it as it would be at night and in third class. You get into the plane and walk down a narrow hallway for a while. There are chairs on either side. Once you reach your seat, you hoist your bag into the compartment over you head and get into your seat. The smaller bag with the essentials for the trip goes under the seat in front of you. You stuff any books or things you want immediately into the little mesh pocket in front of you that is already full with magazines and an white, paper airsickness bag. Then you try to stay comfortable in the small space between chairs. While other people fill in, you sit and stare out the window at a vast expanse of concrete, on which techies are swarming around luggage trucks and checking gas containers in the wings. Past the concrete, you see a thin strand of trees, and a highway running behind them. If you crane your head a bit, you can the the airport in front of the plane. At last the plane is ready. The giant machine swivels around, and begins slowly moving down the runway. As it turns, the captain comes on over the loudspeakers and welcomes everyone aboard. then an air hostess demonstrates the proper way to pull on your life vest, where the exits are located, and what to do if air masks drop from the ceiling. Finally the captain announces, "Air hostesses, prepare for take off." The plane turns one last time and begins to thunder down the open runway. The noise is unbelievable. Every thing is rumbling and you feel like you're in the middle of a thundercloud. The the plane angles sharply away from the ground, you're pressed into the seat, and you stomach feels like you've left it behind. You chew gum rapidly to stop the sensation of your ears popping. Once the plane levels out, you look below at the city. It is night time, and the city looks like a toy model. All the lights are on and winking. You see little cars on the highway, and the homes are all lit up. As the plane flies along, you can see where the city ends, and where others start. They look like little dots of light, and they are surrounded by blackness, but connected with long lines of light: highways. You flick on your light by pushing the button on the arm of your chair that has a little light bulb on it. Later on, an air hostess asks you what you would like to drink. She serves you your beverage in a little plastic cup, and puts the can down next to it. Then you reach into the mesh pocket and pull out the headphones and cable that is attached to them. At the end of the cable is a little plug that looks like a gas station pump. It plugs into a little hole in the arm of your chair. You turn to radio station 2, where they play the top twenty hottest songs. Since it is so late, not many people are changing the popularity of the songs, so they stay the same every time they play. When the air hostess comes back, she is pushing a tray with plastic-wrapped meals on both levels. "Meat or pasta?" is the standard question. You pick one and she sets it down in front of you. When you unwrap it you see that the tray is divided into several small sections. In one is the main course. Above it, there's a roll with two butter packets on the side. Next to that is an applesauce container, and a container that looks like an applesauce container, but is filled with water. Slightly below the water is another section with salad, and next to the salad is dessert. You open the little plastic bag with a plastic fork, spoon, and knife in it, and chow down.
When you finish, another air hostess grabs your tray and puts it into a trash bag, and hands you a heated, wet cloth to wash your hands with. You feel tired by now, so you push a little silver knob next to the radio outlet, and you shove your chair back. It only goes back a little way, but at least you can lean back now. You pull down the beige, plastic screen the cover the window. Then you lean down and pull out the navy blue blanket and blue pillow that's covered like the ones in the nurse's office. You kick off your shoes and do the best to find a comfortable position in the seat. You drape the blanket over you, and place the pillow on the arm of the chair, then you curl up and do your best to sleep. You're woken up by an air hostess offering you breakfast. You decline, and fall back asleep. Then the captain wakes you up by announcing, "We will be landing in approximately twenty minutes. We urge you to begin preparing." You put on your shoes and begin looking for your stuff. You find everything, so you shove the pillow and blanket under the chair and look out the window. The sun is so bright it burns your eyes, and the sky is a bright blue. The clouds look cottony and fluffy. Below them, the earth appears to be a patchwork quilt; all the different crops in the country look like the different squares of a large blanket. As you near the airport, you see a highway, with the cars glinting brightly in the sun. The captain announces, "Ten minutes till landing. Air hostesses, please prepare for landing." You're hungry now, but as the plane swoops downward, that becomes the least of your thoughts. The ground is coming quite closer now, and every now and then, the plane suddenly goes further down, and your stomach feels odd. When he airport is in sight, the airplane pulls down even further, and then touches down. The wheels go on and off the ground, and you feel like a pair of dice being shaken in a cup. Then the plane is coasting smoothly, and it stops and the unloading area. You gather your bags and wait for the endless line of people to move. You have only three thoughts:find your luggage, find a bathroom, and get breakfast.

My First

Well, this is my first blog. I have never had one before, and I was actually inspired to keep one by my friend Enrico. My title, My Spirit Flies Freely, was named that way because I am not very concerned about what others think of my appearance. My clothes are weird, my hair is rarely ever styled, and unless forced to wear something different, I always wear sneakers. The best thing about me is, I don't care! I am a nut bucket, a completely cracked and insane person. This is the best way to live life, I think. Being insane is fun. Succumbing to that urge to be a child again is fun! One of my favorite things to do is twirl madly outside, in warm weather. I also love to fell like I am flying. This is why I love airplanes. When the plane lifts off, the very air seems to shake, and the engine roars loudly. Then you're zooming on the ground faster every second. all of a sudden, the plane lifts off, and you can see the city stretching out below you for miles and miles. I love flying, i love freedom, and I love being me.