Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Sometimes

"Come away with me in the night"
-Norah Jones
Sometimes we're not ok.
Sometimes we need a hug.
Sometimes we just need to dance.
Sometimes we laugh.
Sometimes we fall in love.
Sometimes we get angry.
Sometimes we play dress up.
Sometimes we listen.
Sometimes we fail.
Sometimes we're the best.
Sometimes we cry.
Sometimes we dont know.
Sometimes we lie.
Sometimes we're happy.
Sometimes we make jokes.
Sometimes we sneak away.
Sometimes we're quiet.
Sometimes we dont have words.
Sometimes we create trouble.
Sometimes we think too much.
Sometimes we rhyme.
Sometimes we just talk.
Sometimes.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Make It Better

"Dont make it bad"
-The Beatles
Someday, my posts will be filled with substance. As for today....
For those of you that havent noticed, I have a bit of a Beatles obsession. (If you truly have not noticed, refer back to my post of Abbey Road in real time). Stumbleupon never ceases to send me amazingness, but today it gave me brilliance.
Aaahh The Beatles.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Crossing

"All you need is love"
-The Beatles
Newest discovery stumble upon has given me? Abbey Road in real time.
Check it out.
I hope it makes your day like it has made mine. :]
8/3/11

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Trouble

"There's a fire starting in my heart"
-Adele
What does fire need to survive? Oxygen? Fuel? A spark.
For camp fires, we typically use dead branches, logs, and leaves to feed our fires. Camp fires (or fire pits, for backyards) are used to create. An atmosphere, warmth, a s'more. Camp fires bring. They unite. They sing and play guitar. They take a dead night and make a night full of life to remember.
For wild forest fires, the flame feeds on live foliage. A tree, green and full of life, now turned to ash and smoke. Something once beautiful, strong, tall, now destroyed, forgotten, and dead. The fire rages. The heat is much too intense to handle. Everything in the path of this Wild Thing is eaten, used to destroy more. Nothing is gained. So much, too much, lost.
Once a camp fire turns wild, there is no bringing it back. You cannot tame a wild thing. Once out of control, a fire continues until the oxygen or fuel is taken from it. The spark cannot be revoked; the damage undone. All there is left to do is save what is in front of the fire. A tree already infected with flame will never thrive like it once did; the cancerous heat overtakes and squeezes out all life.
In a forest fire, fuel is plentiful. There is no hope of removing the fuel. Not like turning off the gas in a living room fireplace. One must rid the fire of the oxygen it depends so greatly on to survive. Water and fire retardant are spread to choke the fire; create a void in the needed elements for the blazes. This work requires endless effort and hours; the fire cannot be allowed to take an intermission to take hold on life again. Until the fire is completely destroyed, the forest dies, either little by little, or all at once.
When the flames are through dancing across the earth with a mocking tone, what is left is desolate. Bare. Uninhabitable. A blaze may only take minutes to destroy what took hundreds of years to build up. How much longer will it now take to recreate what was taken. The hurt cannot be undone. Not in a lifetime. The dead, naked, charred ground will not recover. New life will come in time; but the previous state that existed is no longer, nor will it be again.
Fire.