Someday. --- A Poem

I speak. I think. I write and I listen.
For one simple thing.
That one thing that will change everything.
That will make things better.
Or worst.

I don't know when it will come.
Or what will happen.

But I don't care.

I want my life to be full of new things.
And experiences.
For it to be something that I won't regret.

Only for this to happen.
I have to do something about it.
What that will be.
I do not know.

But I don't care.

I will make it happen.

Somehow.

Someway.

Someday.

Fearless?

       Death. The final calling of any and living being. There is no escaping it, no way of bypassing it. Death is fixed, Permanent and –most of all- inevitable. It’s the thing that dwells in the unknown, revealing itself only to those who have reached the end of their path. Whether it is hell or heaven, reincarnation or infinite darkness, whatever it may be- death is all around us, lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce, and take advantage of everyone’s deepest and darkest fears as it does so 

      Death is fear, translated down into everyday terms. The fear of spiders, is really the fear of the tiny pinchers, bathed in poison, ready to bite their next victim. The fear of things that go bump in the night, is really the fear of what they just might do to you in your sleep. The fear of flying, is the fear of the death that would follow if the engines of the planes were to fail. People’s fears, whether it’s of insects, fairy-tale creatures, germs, war, or maybe even people with beards – the list that goes on and on, and all have one thing in common. They are all linked to death.              Everyone has one fear, one fear that plays on the ancient and primal phobia of death. One thing that makes their heart rate double, that sends shivers down their spine, a feeling which creates an un-healthy churning-sick feeling deep within your stomach.
       They say that there is nothing to fear, but death itself. But what happens when you no longer fear death, what do you fear then? What is there left to fear? It everyone has one fear, and there is nothing to fear but death itself, then what? What do you fear?

 This peice above was writen by an author on the ever so famous online ebook website, Wattpad. I loved this part of the story and had to put it up. 

Go and check out the book, it's called 'Fearless?' and the book trailer is below. PLEASE check it out.

“The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there is no risk of accident for someone who is dead.”
                                                                        ~Albert Einstein 

Procrastination.

Everybody that is reading this know what procrastination is, right? And before any of you are sitting there wondering why I am even writing this is because I think I should change my last name, to Procrastination. No kidding, I am sitting in my kitchen trying to write a report for my geography class, but I am blanking on what to write. Like I have been for the past week and a half, and it is already late, I was supposed to hand it in on Thursday, but I didn't. Why you ask? Because it hasn't been written yet. Neither is my Math assignment or the questions for 'Lord of the Flies' in English that I should have done. None of them are done 'cause I am a lazy butt, and enjoy procrastinating in any way possible. I mean even while I am doing this I am getting up and walking around my kitchen, bedroom, living room and practically everywhere, I mean I even walked down stairs for no reason at all! But hey, at least right know I am putting my procrastination to good use and writing another entry for here. Which I apologise for not posting in about a week too, I can say I was busy and couldn't but then I'd be lying, and I don't feel like lying to you people reading this, so I will tell you the truth, I was just super lazy and didn't want to get out of bed to write it. 'Cause as soon as I would get home from school, I would jump on my bed or couch and either read a book or watch netfilix. Ahh, me and being lazy are the perfect couple. But, anywhore. Yes, this is my post on procrastination while I am procrastinating! Ironic, huh? 

'Till next time, my lovely's.
Victoria :)

Opporitunity

So, I was watching this movie the other night and got me thinking. What will happen if we miss an opportunity to do something great? What if we sat through something that would change our lives forever? You see, we wouldn't know what would happen because we didn't do it.

It may be sooner than you realise, but one day we are all going to end up in the ground. Having done so much it doesn't matter by then. But you will have wanted to have done so much by then, like travel over seas, or gotten married, gone to University or Collage, fallen in love and gotten your heart broken. There is so much to do with your life, but yet, so little time.

For me, i already have a mini bucket list made up. And although some of the things may be a little silly, its all about dreaming to do things. Like on mine, I have things like, Travel to Europe, See the Eiffel Tower, Kiss someone in the rain, Fall in love with then most unlikely person, Publish a book, Graduate University, Get married.

But the thing is, I don't care if I don't get the chance to do all of those things. I just want to live out of my shell. And not be some little shy girl. I want to be more then that. 

Till next time, 

Victoria :)

Empty Night

I like the way everything looks like at night. Peaceful and calm. Like tonight. Its dark but the street lights keep it bright, its misty out, you can see the way it affects your sight. But I don't mind. Sometimes I think I'm nocturnal, meant to see night and live in it. I like the chill of night in the spring, the way its both warm but cold. Its weird I know, but that weirdness I can handle. Its the feeling it gives me that I'm more afraid of. It makes me feel like there is no one else out there, like I'm alone. When I look, it looks different then the day, like the bad should be lurking around the corner. But the thing is, night doesn't always bring evil, like light doesn't always bring the good. Sometimes the dark can be good. It makes me feel like I can hide if I need to. So that way, no one in the world can see me. That way, I can be the invisible girl hiding away, staring out, into the empty night.

This was a thing I wrote last night at about two in the morning, I couldn't sleep, and was just starring out my bedroom window. And I just had to write this. I was beyond inspired.

Till next time.
Victoria :)

Don't Think, Don't Judge....

When you listen to music, what do you listen for? Do you listen for the sound? Or for the way it makes you feel? Do you listen for the meaning of every word being sung?

Me, I listen because when I do, I find it peaceful. Almost like one would in dead silence. But silence is loud. In slience you can over think things, you sit there and think or fill the silence with useless thinking. Silence you can hear all of the things you have kept slient for so long. 

I started to think about this after reading the book Just Listen by Sarah Dessen. It is a great book. And that is something that they talk about in the book. The volume of silence is louder than the noises around. This is one of my favorite quotes from the book.

“Music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in your or the world, that one song says the same, just like that moment.” 

― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

To anyone who hasn't read it, I sugest you do. It is amazing, the plot and the way it tells both past and present, is all just beyond awesome. In a way Sarah Dessen makes it like you can relate with everything that is being said, or thought. 

But thats all for now, till later ;)

Victoria :)

Family

Some of my favorite childhood memories were from my family reunions. Having all of my cousins, aunts, and uncles together was always fun. I loved setting up the tents in the yard, going swimming whenever you wanted. You see every family reunion we have a play horseshoes. And not just play a few petty, but a full on tournament, with a trophy. My family takes horseshoes very seriously and the teams are randomly made by whoever thinks of it first. And at the last family reunion, I got roped into playing as well. I got paired up with my dad, and surprisingly I had a lot of fun. My dad and I even won two whole games, which is shocking because I am terrible at horseshoes. It’s funny how we have this at the center of family reunions, and it has been for a long time. I am pretty sure that horseshoes has been played at the Forest Family Reunion for at least the past fifty years. Also the youngest person I know of that was one of the champions of the great horseshoes tournament was my cousin Ryan, I think he was fifteen or sixteen years old, and his partner was my grandma, who by the way is awesome at horseshoes. Even my little cousins run off into the shed to get the little plastic shoes so they can play too. My younger cousins are actually the ones who keep score most of the time. We were all just brought up learning the rules of the game and how to play. And when we play, it is fun and amazing, and makes me happy to have a big family.