In the middle of the night

a random post i meant to put up long long time ago...

the nite is never a good time for me, or maybe it is, time for me to think.. think bout wat happened, think bout the conversations i had with my friends, bout wat i want in life... where do i start writing? if only i can record down whateva i am thinkin, and not think bout it and write it down.. but writing it down makes me think thru dem... think deeply thru it..

so after gettin all tt shit on saturday... while i was still stuck in the center, words from camp songs came to me.. songs tt made me cry everytime cuz it is usually sang on candlelight time... Swing Low... sweet chariot... comin home to carry me home.. swing low.. sweet chariot.. coming home to carry me home... this song was also sung during campfires, and captain lynn moss and the head counsellors would lead the individidal campers to sing the different part of the songs... how nice it sounded like... would i ever be able to hear it again?? would i?

it seems so easy for me to say tt i was gg back last yr... but things are so different now.. i wanna go back to the camp environment, where ppl are nice, kids are great, we can discpline them, get in touch with the wilds, with mother nature.. work out their young minds, young bodies, young soul.. instead of being sucked into the video, play station, Xbox world... i am a sucker, cuz i am using the computer.. but its only thru this media am i able to communicate and get in touch with my friends... thru using the cell phone are u able to communicate and tok to ur family...


to be contd...