PHILOPHOBIA - THE FEAR OF LOVE

As the heat of the summer creaps ino the mind of the frost,t his ugly pergitory fades away. And I am somehow found in the midst of it. Alone. Thinking in my own little world.

The trees are next to bare with new buds starting to expose their green surface. The brown grass tries to fight back the fresh looking blades rising to the surface with no prevail. The sweet songs start to flow out of the beaks of birds returning from thier vacation.

How everything seems so simple is something that has always astounded me. Just thinking about the complications of something easily put as life boggles my mind. The crispness of each situation. The cruelness of temptation and deception, poisoning the minds who walks the grounds of this earth. Then yet, you come across these little wonders that walk with you on these grounds and heal the wounds in your mind.

A small gesture, a tiny kiss, a miniscule thought of care, the look in ones eye as their splash of color accents the pupil in which they see. And the thought that maybe, someday, you would esperience that too, but with your own eyes.

So as I lay here and appreciate all the good that has come my way, I am thankful that it ever did and I pray that it continues for as long as the winters come and go, and as long as the summer warms my broken heart.

- SHANNON <3

BACK IN THE DAY

Its a Saturday. Always my favorite day because of the relaxation and social time away from school. Definatly a stay at home kind of day for me.

I have always loved old films. Especially the ones of the 1940's and 50's. The music, the dance, the love and the beautiful, simple style of the day. There was something about it that was just so graceful and lovely. It seemed like such a better day. Where it didn't matter where you were from, what you did or how you lived your life. The rules were non existant and even the rules that were set in place could easily be broken just for the excuse of love.

See, they didn't need special effects, gorry scenes, sex or complicated scandals to keep the movies going. I just don't understand the need for all these things in movies for me to be entertained, when I am already in this marvelous dreamland with just the simple love-filled emotion and movement that was back then.

I just finished watching Singing in the Rain with Gene Kelly, Debbie Reynolds and Donald O'Connor. Thats why I bring this up. A classic that has been forgotten by the world. And it's sad that most people ignore it, because it is a gorgeously filmed movie. Makes me want to stand up and dance. Well, learn at least, because I am not very good at it. But even the dance back then was way more classy then the dirtiness of this day. Like I said, just makes me sad that no one recognizes the simplicity and poise of back then.

All I'm saying is, you probably don't need to go out and see the latest movies, because the best ones that you will never get tired of are the ones your grandparents probably have in their collection

- SHANNON <3