A Werewolf Boy
Maybe I should be posting here more for my feels..
My favorite meal of the day is breakfast.
I miss the “morning” part of the day so I rarely eat breakfast at all. Breakfasts are always tasty. Bread, eggs, hot choco or coffee, garlic rice for us, ham, you could almost eat anything for breakfast, & it’ll never fail to make you ask for more. Breakfast in the morning, breakfast in noon, breakfast in night, it doesn’t bother me at all. I prefer the “breakfast combo” in any part of the day. Just thinking of it makes me lick my lips and my stomach grumble. It’s amazing how fast my body reacts to breakfast. I guess its how the body acts to something important that you miss.
I could go on writing forever for my love & longing for breakfast but I’ll stop here. Another random blog has been finished.
I want to float up in the sky and hold on to the balloons that made the children cry.
I want to see where all the forgotten dreams or ideas go. Do they float up with me? Are they carried by the wind? Are they washed up on the shore? I want to know, I want to go there.
I want to go where there are endless possibilities, where we don’t expect, where we don’t know what’s coming in front of us and we won’t have a choice but to accept it.
I want to lose will for once and let loose. All weight down, just let the wind carry me away. I want…
In the end, maybe I’ll just never know.