The boy who lived part 1

This is the story of a young boy named Timothy Swanson. Timmy, as his friends liked to call him, was nothing much to look at. Blond, curly hair, sky blue eyes and a figure that hinted at malnutrition. Timmy was only eleven years old, and he went to the University of Toronto. He started school in early September, way back in the year 2008.

Now as you can already tell, Timmy was no ordinary boy. He was special in a lot of ways. But the past is boring, so let us not dwell on it too much(to save the light of human interest) and let's fast-forward to the interesting bits....

The month of September went by in a flash, and with each day that passed, Timmy learned something new about himself. Imagine the wisdom he gained to this day! October 9th, 5am in the morning.... that's a lot of self realization....

But anyway, the past is boring(deja vu?). And with that awesome segway, i bring you into the present life of Timothy Swanson.
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Today was a strange day. It started out like any other day, and soon turned into a sleepy day... let me elaborate to the best i can......

i slept... a lot.......

there was no motive behind my sleep... i hadn't been up late the night before. I wasn't tired, but I slept. And oh how sweet today's slumber was.

My sleepiness began in the afternoon at the computer labs, where i was hopelessly trying to figure out what the hell a pascals triangle looked like. After about 30 minutes of intense and completely unproductive programming, i pushed the keyboard aside (with a passion i might add) and lay my head down on my extremely fluffy red jacket :D

two hours late, i awake, and realize that its two hours later. i decide to take this intense action to my bed(no innuendo intended...)

The computer labs and my bed are quite far apart... and this brings me to the highlight of my day - the walk home.

It was raining outside. It wasn't really raining, more like a sprinkle of little drops of awesomeness. The sky was white. People around me were going insane!(seeking refuge under umbrellas from this outraged idea of water falling from the sky) and i was walking home.

The leaves on the trees have started to turn a shade of yellow. Most of them had fallen off their branches. Now they just lay on the ground, covering the footpath. They looked tired and beat down by the sprinkle of awesomeness. To me, that just seemed straight up weak. but maybe I was looking at them all wrong... They lay on the footpath, still. No more swaying in the wind, no more work, no more anything...
just stillness.

And as i reflected on this thought, the most picturesque scene i could think of popped into my head...

"And as i reflected upon this extremely profound analogy that had probed me to self-conjure some insight, i stood still. The rain was still sprinkling(for the lack of a better word) and the people around me were still distraught with insanity, but i stood still. I closed my eyes and raised my head, pretending to look up into the heavens. Indeed it was all very picturesque :D"

However, i have come to realize that I am far from perfect, and this life is far from picturesque. So instead i quickened my step, and went straight to bed.

Indeed today was a sleepy day.

Extreme rant.. Inspiration ch 1. Kevin

Inspiration comes in different shapes and sizes... the next few lines are written because I was momentarily lifted very very high, and I need to remember that moment.

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The first time I saw him, I was amazed. Well over six feet tall, athletic beyond measure - a man who clearly respected himself. He didn't say much to me, but in the few words that he did say, I knew he treated me with a certain respect as well... it was strange. I was nobody to him...

He stood on the court, silent. It was clear to see his compassion for the sport and his respect for the lines he stood within, but at that moment, he was still.
His focus was overwhelming.

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Sometimes the spirit of sport doesn't lie in competition. Medals and trophies lose luster with time. A legacy can so easily be forgotten.

Sometimes it is enough to simply understand an art - to practice it, to culture yourself to grow with it, to discipline yourself to respect it.

An understanding that would last a lifetime, perhaps longer.

In his stillness, I saw that he was on a path of understanding, and I was inspired to join him.

You summed it up so simply.

"Just for fun man, just for fun"

here we go

so this is what life is like... nobody to wake you up in the morning.. nobody to do your laundry for you or get you lunch or make you a cup of coffee...

so this is what life is like... when nobody knows who you are.. nobody cares about who you are... invisible....

i had it easy... i had money in my pocket... a place to go to once in a while... someone to meet...

and yet i sit here, realizing how precious those goodnight kisses were....

Extreme Rant ... Free Falling

I remember it like it was yesterday. How twenty-seven years can just blow by, I know not. All I know is that I remember it like it was yesterday.

It was night, a Wednesday. I felt a gentle breeze, unknown to those three hundred feet below me. Sometimes when I sit in this rotting wooden chair and reflect, I can still feel the tenderness of that breeze. My feet were dangling from the edge, so free that they swayed in unison with the birds that flew overhead. I closed my eyes and looked up to the stars. My eyes were closed but I could see each star, bright as ever. They shone so bright that I could feel my shadow behind me, dancing in delight. He wasn't around much at night.

I wanted to go there, where the stars were. I always knew I didn't belong here. This feeling....it confused me, muddled my thoughts. I tried hard to think, to reason, but I couldn't concentrate. I was distracted by the sound of the incessant thumping of my heart. I wished that the sounds of the cars on the road below were louder so as to drown out the shrieking protests of my heart. I took solace in knowing that there would be silence soon.

And then I was flying. I felt gravity leave my body. I felt no weight. I flew to the past. I saw myself as a child, doing what children do. I saw myself as a wanting man, doing what men do. I saw myself as I am now, full of imperfection, but seeking fulfillment in the night's sky.

And then I was falling. Faster and faster and faster towards that hard, bitter ground. I could feel my skin begin to burn with the heat. And in a moment I was there. The dirt on the ground vaulted into the air to welcome me.

The dirt was eager, but i was not. I felt a gentle breeze, unknown to those among the stars. The breeze held me suspended, a foot from the ground. She cradled me as a mother would her child. In a moment I felt heavy again, but she took the weight.

I opened my eyes, and I was here again, my feet dangling from the edge. The tenderness of the breeze against my skin.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

EPIPHANY - Staind

Your words they make just a whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
And the words just disappear

'Cause it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things i should have said

So i speak to you in riddles
'Cause my words get in my way
I smoke the whole thing to my head
And feel it wash away
'Cause i can't take anymore of this
I wanna come apart
Or dig myself a little hole
Inside your precious heart

'Cause it's always raining in my head
Forget all the things i should have said

I am nothing more than
A little boy inside
That cries out for attention
Yet i always try to hide
'Cause i talk to you like children
Though i don't know how i feel
But i know i'll do the right thing
If the right thing isn't fear

'Cause its always raining in my head
Forget all the things i should have said