.::Multi-Colored-Dreams::.

Ok, so it's past midnight now. It was a Monday. I was supposed to be at camp. But I got to stay out. There are so many things I want to talk about. Many things I have learned somehow. So many things I have got to see. But I'll leave that to my next entry when I book out again, which is probably this Friday, since time is running out. Instead, I wanted to write a poem. So I just wrote this 10 minutes ago. Rather random.

The door creaked,

Opened.

In came a gust of wind,

Frost-bitten.

The grandfather clock stood,

Chimed.

Hours, minutes, seconds,

Timed.

A shadow appeared,

Popped.

Took a step in,

Stopped.

The door creaked,

Closed.

The clock stood,

Ticked.

The silouhette spoke,

Hushed.

I'm not even sure it's a poem. Ha. Just something random. Something out of my crazy imagination. Now, I may be crazy. But I'm definitely not mad.

Oh and one more thing, I just had my hair-cut. It is definitely one of the worst haircut I've ever had. I've screamed in the mirror. Shrieked at myself. But I've slowly come to terms to it. It's ok. You need to acknowledge the unglam moments in your life sometimes. So be it. Whatever.

I'll be back.