Trippy Panda

Sweet December Dreams

When I awoke this morning, I found myself smiling widely. It's winter time, isn't it? Ah yes. Well, close enough to winter. Fall's nearly ending. It's time to get your grandma sweaters out and huddle up with hot cocoa in the living room and watch Netflix. The time when you get together with family and friends and celebrate a years ending with a new beginning. Yes, a new beginning. To cuddle with people and give gifts.

Sweater Weather

She stared into her hot chocolate as the marsh mellows melted in the steamy milk. A small ray of sunlight peaked through the light fluffy gray clouds. The chill of wind lightly blew creating a more winter feeling. The Bright orange and yellow leaves flew along and kept falling off of the trees. Cars drove past the street every now and then, just people doing whatever they do best. She stayed sitting in her garage, staring deeply in thought into her hot chocolate. Much things has happened to her so far this year. What a stressful year it is. She might be failing a bunch of classes, plus the fact that Melo's liking her again. Why would anyone even bother to like her though? She looked across the street and saw the little boy next door playing with his puppy. He reminder her of her little brother when he was a bit younger. Such imagination. What wild creativity he had. That's what she loves about him. His creativity. But it's all taken away now. His innocence. His dreams. They killed his dreams. Just like they're trying to do with hers... As the goose bumps finally began to crawl on her skin and make her shiver, she looked up and realized she'd been out there for almost thirty minutes. When she looked back down, the marsh mellows have already melted. And the cocoa was cold.

Time Passes By So Fast  

Every second of every day, we forget to realize how much time really means to us. As the years go by, technology exceeds fester than it should. The human race advances more and more each day without even realized it. We are so accustomed to what society is now, that we feel we can't survive without it. It really pains me to see and understand this. And then realize that most of my generation is so oblivious to the obvious. Like, really? What the fuck happened in these past generations for my generation to become the most ignorant ones? Do they not realize that this is what we will be known for in the future? For fucking twerking and ignorant "swag fags"? Damn. What idiots. Everyone's trying to live the whole "beautiful dream" that society gives to them. They're sheep to the beautiful lie and are too ignorant to wake up to the ugly truth. Then again, I can be just the same way. Too focused on other things, so lazy, so... Hypocritical.

Oh...

She walks past her every day knowing what past they left behind. She see's how lonely her past love is, and does nothing. The sweet bird was the one who broke her heart though. It isn't her fault that the birdie's lonely. The bird was the one that flew away. It wasn't her. It was the bird. She remembered gazing into her sweet face, The birdie's lips just a peck away. What a sweet sorrowful time it was. But as quickly as the bird landed on her finger, the quicker the bird had flown away. Like everything and everyone else in her life, the bird had gone as well. "Why should this always happen to me?" she'd ask. "Is there something so different with me that they all leave and get so saddened because they can't find anyone else? I will always be there for them though. I will always love them. They have a special place in my heart that I keep them in so well. I love them. I love her. I love the sweet bird so much." Tears rushed down her face. When the sweet sorrowful bird looked up and saw them, she stood there, and she watched. She watched her cry heavy tears of feelings and loss and loneliness. She watched, and she related to her. She knew exactly how she was feeling. The bird knew that every second of every moment she would feel the exact same thing. The bitterness of others hatred and cruelty. The sorrow of not ever being loved by anyone of even herself. The loss of the people who left her behind. The bird knew everything she felt as she stood there and watched her cry those tears. But when their eyes met each others, the bird realized that they aren't the same eyes as hers. The bird saw that her eyes had something she didn't. They had forgiveness. That's not something the bird will ever have. Because birds don't forgive. But she forgives. Is that such a big difference between them? The bird stared deep into her eyes. It really is such a painfully big difference. The bird then slowly walked up to her, and kissed her lips one last time. The sparks flew around them for the passion in their affection is strong. And yet again, the sweet sorrowful bird had flown away. Leaving her all by herself in this deep pit once more. Forever.

My eyes could barley open because of all the tears that were being shed. I reached my hands up too my face to wipe my eyes, but still couldn't clear the blurry vision I have. Why, tonight out of all the other nights, why must I dream of her? My dear sweet little bird who will never fly back to me. The one I really miss most of all. My sweet Christina.

Mind's Eye

 So I guess, someone's finally showing her true colors. I mean, she isn't that bad but... Dude, ever since my best friend's mom took her away from me, we've been so distant. She's getting a bit too rude and too uptight. Then again, I think she's always been like that...

The children's attitude reflects off of the parets's attitude.

Both my best friend and her mom think and want to live this little fantasy world of TV and social medias. and crap. If you think about it, she's one of the people that got me into the social media crap. She talks down a lot on others like she's better. She wants to be little miss perfect movie star fantasy. Just living in a bubble blocking out the real world. She's one of those kids that accept the things the system teaches them as the truth and never seeks out her own knowledge unless it's for something she wants. She calls herself fat when she's skinny enough. She puts up a mature front so she won't act silly around other people. She's a zombie prospect and a prime example of the system's little brainwashed corrupted girl. As always, i don't blame her. She did have to grow up pretty fast considering the fact that her mom was never there and had to raise three kids. Her mom was pretty corrupted enough as it is as well. I guess you could say that with the right ingredients, she was automatically corrupted. It's really sad to understand this of my sister. It's really sad to understand this of my generation. It's sad to understand that the majority of my ethnicity, age group, and classmates really accept where we are placed. All because the system said that's where we belong. It's sad to understand that most of us are zombies. It's also really sad to think and understand that, well, i might already be one.

I had a really weird dream Monday night. Like, it was pretty damn weird. i was in this really bright, sunny, dry, place. i wouldn't really call it a desert but it was pretty dry. I was just walking when suddenly, i stopped. And when i looked on the ground in front of me, it was this baby just sitting there staring at me. So i just awkwardly stared back. Like, my mind was really blank. I didn't think nothing of it. But then a third eye came out and opened up from it's forehead and it slowly raised it's right hand up. That's when i started freaking out because everywhere i moved, it's eyes would follow me. So finally i just turned around but then a guy with a stag's head wearing a skull mask with one eye on his chest was right in my face. Dude, it looked so real, and the eye from his chest was just illuminating with colors.

It was strange.