Two of the most terrifying things in life are:

A baby's first breath. It's crucial. Either he will and he'll be beautiful and healthy.

Either he will but there's complications.

Or he won't.

And with that comes grieving like no other. An innocent life ending before it begins...

Trying to wake someone up.

They're in deep sleep but that never comes to mind. Inside a mini heart attack begins and the adrenaline is pumping like never before. Finger under nose. A push. A slap. Finally they wake up. Wide, red eyes and confused. And you let a hard breath out. Maybe even get mad like I do at those who are heavy sleepers.

Or they won't make any noise at all..

Those stop my heart...

How do you feel the legalization of gay marriage will effect society? COMMENT

Earlier I helped my girlfriend on her homework which was to find six articles and summarize them. Throughout our search we've read and discussed this debate from both perspectives. Of what we read: from the positive perspective homosexual marriage would strengthen heterosexual marriage, lessen homophobia, make being publicly/openly gay easier, and etc to that effect. From the negative standpoint gay marriage will not give children the father-mother household it's been said children need, it's not religiously accepted, laws will need to be changed, and etc to that effect. In my opinion, gay marriage wouldn't effect anyone not involved in the actual act of being gay and getting legally married (heterosexual marriages don't effect gays except doing something they can't). What are your views and beliefs on this topic?

If I've never seen anything so beautiful this would be it..

(Walking down the streets a person could pass up to about 30+ people depending how long the walk is, where, what time, etc.). The other day I woke up, showered, and walked to school. I walked up a few small hills and turned a few round corners and the sight I saw stopped me in my tracks. I must have just missed the death of a bird. What I saw was a bird trying to get the dead bird up! This sight hurt my heart. I wasn't sure if the bird was really dead or if it was just badly injured but it made me realize: no matter of what species, of which country, of what background a person or animal still experiences the same range of emotions and life events. It was so sad because we all lose loved ones and the first thing that we want is for them to come back. We sort of beg. We all have hearts. This to me is beautiful because too many people focus on and hate/discriminate other because of those differences. If we could take notice of those differences and learn from, and accept them we could prosper.

PLEASE! You don't have to do this. The only reason your life is crumbling is because you're focused on making other people happy. Please! Stop worrying about if what you do, what you say, or how you complete a 'mission' will satisfy someone else. So what he's your father. If you're going to spend you're life making sure that he's happy and meeting his expectations he should do the same and he's not. The fact that your source of happiness comes from your girlfriend or your little sister will have you forever sad and suicidal. Can you step down? Put the bottle down. You know you're allergic to that. *looks into her eyes* your source of happiness is inside you. You have to make you happy because everyone and everything is temporary! You are the key.

When I was younger I always had this dream. I wouldn't dream it every night but every so often as I drift to sleep it crept into my brain and played itself out. It started in the parking lot of Shoppers in Potomac Yards. It began with one all black Escalade with dark tinted windows. Suddenly I would appear and it would follow me. In my dream I'd begin by walking briskly and turning corners and taking lighted roads I knew. But, as the dream went on more and more all black Escalades with dark tinted windows would appear and follow me. I would run through cities and passed people I knew but no one seemed to notice my dilemma. Finally, I'd run through the woods and come to an edge; below it nothing but darkness. I'd stop with the tips of my toes slightly over edge and the trucks would come zooming my way... And that's where my dream would end and I'd wake up afraid and panting.

Leaves change colour because all throughout the year they are alive and signing and dancing with the wind. They live lives in sunshine and through rain. Leaves live...until the fall and winter seasons. Then they bleed. As autumn approaches leaves begin slowly bleeding out. Some bleed a crimson red, some a high yellow, some a glowing orange. Either colour they bleed, the end is all the same. Through the fall and to the end of the winter season leaves change colour because they're dying. The colour reflects their lives; happy and vibrant.