Fail

Today there was a Chemistry Test on molar enthalpy stuff. Suprisingly I may have preformed well. But as i sat tonite at my grad dinner, as i layed out on my lawn, and as i ran around inside my brain. I pondered and thought and wondered and stopped. " where is everything going to?" I have come to realize, not too many people know what sort of a person i am. Too often i hold everything inside, i hold everything back. I am serious, I am reserved, and set back. I stand back and observe. I question, even when I do some what understand. Some how everything is being lost in still frames and the wind. The best representation of my self is a "sail boat" . maybe a little one on a string or a massive one back in the 19th century. My body floats with the tide, rocks with the storm. sways with each passing wall of a wave. Everything is in the boat. But once a rips the sides an planks from the body. The boat will become shipwrecked an land on shore for those on the beach to see what furnished the boat that once sailed all around. If the one on the string the cord is holding me back and needs to be burnt to have full release of the direction and distance of the boat. half of my lifetime has been spent sleeping, well maybe a quater of mine. The rest of the time i am in a daze from not having enough sleep. poetry is good, songs are even beter, but a memory lasts longest when very good or bad. Never forget the good.