It is finally getting cold and it is amazing! finals are closing in though and it is making me become extremely nervous. i got a new phone! it's a palm treo and i love it! i'm still learning everything on it slowly but surely.
Last night my friends and i fell into a conversation about God and what exactly God means and what it is to be God. It was insane we kept coming up with different scenarios about life and how religion has an effect, or if it does at all, on our destiny as a person. it was intense.
My knitting is coming in handy, people are now paying me ten bucks a pop for a scarf or beanie. it's pretty much amazing!

The sea is a beautiful comodity
Bashing itself constantly
For the depths of reminding mistakes
That flow through its veins of foam and
green.
Death is not in sight
of the sea
And time begates the tears
Of sand wiped 
Between
The neverending embrace from the shores of the Earth.

 it's amazing isn't it? i love fall and more than fall i love winter!!!! hooray!!! i was going to post this short story i wrote to see if i could get any input on it. you're supposed to guess what the main character is.....

 

The Falling Life

Thrown into a life of turmoil, the grand awakening of my adventurous journey began on a cool spring morning. The sun's warming rays engulfed me and the cool scent of fresh cut grass that hung within the humid air filled me with wonder and acceptance. Earth. So this was it. As a youngster I lived in a very populated yet quiet community. It was full of life, safe, and welcoming to any sort of family that may decide to move here. The community was very diverse in race but everyone was respected and understood. The whole community was a family in itself.

My residence was located on the north east side of my neighborhood. It was on a high point to where you could see most of the area. The view was beautiful. Sunrise, noon, sunset or even midnight, it didn't matter to me, the whole place was beautiful. No matter if it was the sun or the moon keeping watch over the world you always felt safe. I had a total of sixteen brothers and sisters. My mother and father, as well as my grandmother, raised us to be the best we could be. My parents strongly supported every aspect of our lives. Although stern and would never bend the rules, they were very loving, strong, and would protect us throughout our everyday life. We were all born having a closeness to nature, almost as if it were our own treasure we held close to our hearts. Our grandmother would always tell us of stories when our large community's population used to be very small and how it had come so far since then. She was our hero. She had been through so much and seen too many different things that all we could do is just listen in awe to the stories of the life she had led.

The weather was fabulous everyday that spring. The rain would come crashing down and make the most peaceful melody as the symphony of raindrops would hit Earth's ground in such a harmonic pattern. You would just sit in amazement as you became part of the rhythmical magic by letting the rain drench you in its thirst for a perfect performance. As magnificent as the rain was, it was not always friendly. The last week of April there was a raging thunderstorm that produced a tornado, which ended up dominating most of the west side. It was as though it was removed from all existence. There were about 300 casualties, many close loved ones. Grandma always told us to enjoy life and grasp it while we have it within reach. Later that June, the community was affected by a wicked lighting storm. It picked us to pieces. My branch of the community had managed to remain unharmed. Lit up in fire, the tormented area cried out in pain and desperation. The rain began to pour down and quickly calmed the lashing fire as well as the burns the neighbors had scored that night. That summer was quite a depressive one since we constantly had to rebuild everything we had become.



Due to the tragedies that had thrashed most of the west side, there was an immense rush to the east side of the community. The proletarians of the community had increased in size and were definitely forcing their way into the already crowded east side. Dressed in the green of envy they were living in every nook and cranny possible. Always bumming you for food and shelter, you’d find yourself with holes in your pockets. The appeal of the community had downsized as well. I began to get hit on by lots of hard headed nuts. No lie.

The beginning of autumn was a hard time since three of my sisters along with the a few neighbors had decided to commit suicide. One right after the other. They fell gracefully, as you always do when your time has passed. It was as though it was a slow, comely, yet eloquent dance to silence. It was too early for them to go. I don’t blame them though. Everything was changing. It was so confusing. Several of us had become mellow, angry and skeptical. No longer were we the peaceful, joyous and unified community. Everyone had taken their own points of view and had set themselves from the group. The whole community was dwindling. My parents and grandmother were the only familiar things now, for they would never change. My grandmother says its just how our world works. Everything good has an end but everything that has an end will soon begin again.

With winter on the way, age began to take over. Time had finally caught up to me and before I knew it I had been thrown into an elderly state. Red with anger at how I could have let time slip away, I slowly said goodbye to my loved ones. The community was no longer a community at all. Had it truly once been a lush and vivacious world? I was one of the very few left. Ironic how I thought I would have never seen this day. The beautiful sky upon which I had felt watched over me and kept me safe was now hidden behind a thick gray sky. All you could smell, see and taste was the freezing cold as it filled you with the desire to be back in the warm temperatures of the spring and summer. The bitter, bleak and frigid cold had finally cut me to the core. It was over. Life had let me loose and I slowly began my smooth, graceful dance to the silence of the cold as I made my way down to the ground.