Stupid People! Unrespectful, Idiot People! Say what you must, you PRICK! You don't see it though, do yu? HA! You think the world revolves around you! It Doesn't, you single-minded twit! You laugh at respectful people? Just trying to get along? You arrogant jerk! HA! The joke is on you, you dweeb! Snicker all you like, go on, I DARE you! Go on! One day you will wake up! You CHILD! You WIll fall on your knees at someone's wisdom and wonder why it isn't yours! You dimwit, DIH! You were too busy snickering, laughing, and being self-absorbed! HA! No self-respecting person takes your words with any weight! You are so dense!

No words in this are ill spoken. They are the truth. Now you pompous, ignorant person, the joke is on you. TRUTH HURTS! DON"T IT?

Some people work very hard all thier life, most don't. Of those who work hard some do better in "book smarts", some do better in "street smarts", and a little have the best of both worlds. Kind of funny that most of the time the people who do better in one of them than the other will be picked on. Such names as idiot, geek, nerd, good-for-nothing, "lower class", stuck up, and so on. Yet it is a fifty-fifty chance on those who are equal in both. Mostly these lovely mixups are made by those who don't work at all. They think their money or looks will get them through life. People with talents are hard working people. People who enjoy learning (whether in books or not) are hard working people. Not the snot-nosed person who feels pity on them. If they didn't want to work hard they wouldn't. Unfortunately, I know how the "non-working" is or how they think. I strive to learn, show my talents, and survive.

This is the time when the "all shadows" is distant past. When the mind is not thinking of another word to say. When the body rests and the eyes see in a blind darkness. There are no thoughts. No emotions. No pain. Silence is disturbed only silently by the sounds of life. When no light is needed and darkness is bright. Where shadows take a break and ears go deaf. When the body moves violently but unharmfully. Where people fall yet never stop. This is the time where monsters play catch and people do the oppisite of one another. This is the time where the day goes by in short long pieces. This is the time when most are asleep yet most are awake. The silence before the storm, the wonder of the air. This is when noone can lie, when noone is at war, except with themselves. This is the time, the only time, when we are united. When the world is at peace. Yet, it slips away in fast hours. Then, this is the time when the "all shadows" is a distant memory.

Many things shall move you.
Let it be a quote or any trifle thing.
But I am not so easily moved.
I require that of which noone can give.
Myself will never be too close either.
I am moved, when I am moved.
May it be as small as the smallest thing.
Or as grand as a period on a page.
Let it be as big as a star.
Or as might as its twinkle.
It might ne a word or a letter.
Or just the way I know how to shape them.
If it were, then this it is.
For I am not moved by trifle things.
I never see it coming.
And I don't want to.
But all I know is this:
I am moved when I am moved.
I see it in its simplest state.
When it is at its most awe inspiring.

I am moved, when I am moved.