my bed time soon..........?

Question

i like to count the stars not sheep. Can i count on you? (wink)

Answer 1

You're a poet...
and you didn't know it.

nite-nite

Answer 2

Count the hairs on my back. That would bore a speed freak to sleep!

Answer 3

Absolutely.

Answer 4

Yep

Answer 5

heres a star from me

Answer 6

If you like counting fuzzy squirrels.

Answer 7

*wink

Absolutely!

*wink

Answer 8

I lay awake
thinking of clam bakes
only to awaken
to the smell of bacon...



thanks for the points

Answer 9

You'll get a star from me!

Answer 10

sure ehy not well there goes your star goodnight this is kinda weird no offense

Answer 11

YOU NEED BOREDOM TO DRIFT? HMMM
IMAGINE A G.O.P. AWARDS CEREMONY
BLACK TIE
EVERYONES LIKE 80+ YEARS OLD
ITS 7:45PM AND HALF OF THE CROWD IS ALREADY SLEEPING AT THE TABLES
AND YOU'VE ONLY JUST STARTED, THERES 90 MINUTES TO GO

IF THAT DONT WORK - TRY THIS :

As he stood looking at the trail surrounded by an orange brown backdrop, he started to remember the things that brought him to this point and time. There had been so many different trails he could have taken. Some easier, some less traveled as well as the hazardous ways he had seen and been through without regret. Yet his complacency showed a hint of curiosity
on what might have been or could be if he had turned in a different direction each moment. He could still feel the fresh green permeating through him as he started up on his journey innocent, insecure and hopeful. It wasn't long ago, yet the suddenness of winters time rushes before him as the cool breeze tingles his ears just so slightly while the warmness of yesterdays sun keeps it just warm enough to keep from changing complexion. The warmness of the day would not return and all was left was melancholy and disdain for the inevitable end.

Had he learned anything worth remember was his only question even though he knew the answer was a resounding no. The trails passed or forgotten could have left him at different levels of the mountain he tried to wade through even though the time of his day would never have changed. He might have though and was still willing. Knowing his mistakes and also not realizing many others had gotten him to yet another fork in his trail and he looked ahead. He could see one path in front of him that defined wonderment, happiness, fulfillment and love. He always had dreamed of its existence and even in the past had went down dusty trails optimistically hoping that there his trip would end then ascend into bliss. It was usually after many steps he found he had to change directions no matter how hard he tried not to. The struggle to make things beautiful was always within because the hope for more always resounded.

This path was different than all others before. It felt good and seemed to fit him perfectly.He couldn't take a step forward to it because he feared staining it with his footprints as the opening closed in fears of its own. There were hopes, fears and dreams yet to be planted along the way and his presence wasn't truly wanted no matter how bad he wanted to be there. He felt like he belonged to it, yet there was fear that another fitted better as well as it truly wasn't sure if it wanted to even consider these options . The sun shone so brightly upon it and it wasn't ready for the shadows. He knew he could stay there until he ascended, but realized he wasn't welcome. The tears of joy for finally have found his only desired calling were replaced by the familiar melancholy and tears of pain that would soon dry. Pain had lived in him before and never removed its belongings just to make sure it always had a place to stay, if not rest. This time pain felt like it had a place to call home if he did not proceed into the opening that stood before him. Sweat could be felt dripping on his brow as it mixed with the tears of joy and pain creating a puddle below him that kept his foot stuck to the ground. He wanted to run forward to the opening stronger than he wanted to run away from it and was so blinded by enamor that he could not even turn his attention to find out if there were still other trails to take.

He could see the opening that lay happiness before him on a trail he knew he would never see again His dreams of it weren't as beautiful either, so he stayed stuck in his heart and unable to move. He could see a wall being built to prevent him from entering and he couldn't even break it down or go around it. He was undecided due to love. Love he could never feel again and this feeling kept him intact. One could see his awe and commiserated with his loss of destiny. Many could see why he wouldn't move ahead no matter hard hard a few egged him on. His biggest fan was himself and the path before him was immobile in either direction on what it wanted from him. He knew it was a frightening idea :mortality in one place and with one person. He tried to stay solid as he quivered like ripples of a not yet set gelatin.

As the breeze of his day grew colder and the more he realized his time to see things would soon turn to an ending darkness, he remembered. For thats all we can do. The definition of what is important varies upon each road traveled and each bump or pebble on it fits one just right somewhere. He had found a flower he wished not to pull or even smell. While admiring it would be fine, deep down he wanted to present it to his soul. The only thing left was to see if the flower wanted to root in him always.