breathe in, let go.

I know it's bad right now,
but you will see the light somehow.
With every wish,
and every sigh,
It's comming back down to this.
Every breath,
Every step.
Keep in mind you're not out of your depth.
Every book,
Every option you took,
It's comming back down to this.

Hi. I'm so nervous, I have my Physics and Biology SAT test tomorrow at 9am. 9am. 9am. How am I supposed to be awake at 9am? I'm kinda worried i'm not ready. I also have my French Speaking test on Tuesday. It's about buying and ordering food off a market, or something. Why do teachers feel the need to place this heavy load on our shoulders? Come on. I'm gonna revise for hours tonight, I even made a time table and everything. I've just got to keep a positive mindset- Maybe this time I'll pass? If I do it will be brilliant. So I'm going to put all of my effort into this.

Thank you for the homepage, Piczo!
It honestly means a lot,
this is my fourth time on!
It feels like an award,
I'm so happy!
I'm kind of speachless.
Thanks so much to my followers and the officialblog.

Imagine a world,
No roads, no pavement, no pollution, no cars.
Just a navy blue sky full of stars.
Breathe in and you would see,
lots of possiblilities.
There would be no jobs,
no cookers or hobs.
Like a prehistoric time,
when there was no such thing as a dime.
I know I'm crazy,
but please blitz back in history with me baby.

Through our eyes we see the sun,
Prehaps we shouldn't but the damage is done,
The edges are blurred,
Deep inside we're scared,
but we keep on staring into the sun.

Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of the world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
The angles were all wrong now
She's ripping wings off of butterflies.

When we went to visit our family friends' house we visited the ruins of an Abbey. Though, obviously destroyed by the wear-and-tear of acid rain, storms and age the Abbey still stood tall and if you have a good imagination like me, you could just imagine nuns walking up the tiny corridors which are now little cobblestone lumps in the ground. There was half a staircase, the bottom half ripped away by the weather. There had been also a fire here, years ago. Burning the stone and turning it black. The tounges of the fire lapping up against where the fireplace had once been. In the yards there where graves and stone keys laid on the floor. The grass was green and lush, but kept so it didn't overgrow the graves. It didn't feel eerie, untill the dark tunnel under the Abbey which lead to were the sewage would flow. Looking up you could see a little balcony, where prehaps the residents did their thinking. It's so strange thinking and wondering how they lived back then. It makes me wish for just one day I could experience it. Imagine all of that knowlege from just one day? It'd be fantastic.