Think: My Stream of Thoughts.

The artistic old soul thinks of new ways to concentrate. Focusing on the memories, and making them entirely too vivid. Do you remember how you felt that day? Yes, the salty tears dried instantaneously because of the warmth of the sunlight. The style of how you write is unique. It reflects you. Your thoughts, your influences, your experiences. The love he gives you is timeless or no, priceless. He means the world to you. the connection you have with a person is...oh what's the word. Anyway the connection. Young or old. Dumbfounded or wise. You can relate somehow. You could probably sit down with that person for hours about life and its purpose. This might be a rant, but these are my thoughts, and my feelings. Who else thinks this deep? Those novels feed you information. Some of it could be useless and some of it could affect the way you think or your actions. I'm in love with a boy. He makes my confidence overflow. He makes my smile too wide sometimes. His touch sends connection throughout my entire body. Our souls are very alike. I don't know how fate came to me so soon, but here it is; kissing my cheek with kindness everyday. I might be young, but I'm not too young to know what love really is. Don't question my feelings of love. I might get a tad defensive so be cautious of what you say. I am very supportive of his thoughts, decisions, and choices. What he does in his life affects me too. I love him. I'm going to try so much harder this year to focus on my art. I have to admit, I goofed off my first two years of high school in almost every class. It's time to be serious. My reality check smacked me in the face over the summer and I'm listening to it. No matter what the topic is I will focus fully. I'm finally starting to find out who I really am and I've got plenty of time to find out more...