Thursday, 19th June 2008

Perfection.

Boredom more like.

What colour are my eyes?

Who knows?

What about my hair?

Erm... Brown?

A picture speaks a thousand words, most of which are laughter.

The eyes are the window to the soul, and show what part of nature we are most attuned to, whether it be green and fertile mountains, or a dark and stormy ocean.

Why are  people associated with the elements?

What makes us air, or earth, or water, or fire? Our body shape? Our personality? The food we eat? Who knows.

What is love?

Do we have souls?

What happens to us when we die?

So many questions, none of which we can answer. And why would we want to? Curiosity?

Why do some people insist on leaving their mark wherever they go? Do they wish for immortality by annoyance? Do they realise NO-ONE CARES?!

I think maybe I should stop complaining about graffitti on public transport before I lose my nut (oops, too late!). Let's find another subject to contemplate before bedtime.

Hmm. I still haven't burned that CD for Oscar. Oh well, my bed is warm, and I don't want to move. Hmm. I think I'll try to sleep now, seeing as I have school in the morning. Hmm... Fridays. Sport. Badminton. One of the greatest sports ever invented =). I'm bored, so I'll write a cinquain about Cohen, who complained that none of us had ever written him a poem.

 

Cohen

Violin boy

Laughing, joking, smiling

A real cute guy

Chubby!

 

I never said it would be a good poem =).