Blurred Explanation

You tried to explain,
To make me understand,
But I couldn't hear you.
The sound of your voice, that was once so sweet, slurred,
And I couldn't understand a word you were saying.
All I could hear was the pounding of my heart.
Soon your face became a blur,
And that was the last time I saw you.

The Lost Soul

The wind blew threw my hair, nearly knocking me over.
I wished to find you, to see you, though the darkness would not allow.
The feeling of death surrounded me, and I was cold.
I started to cry, wanting to feel the warth of your embrace.
The wind blew again, more forcefully, pushing me to the pavement.
I lied there. Frozon. Lost.
Forever.

Art Museum

I wish we had more time for the Art Museum. There was so much to look at and so little time. If you had more time, I believe I would have enjoyed the trip. I particularily enjoyed the abstract art. It has meaning to me. Emotion. My mother says she doesn't understnd it and that it's stupid to her, but that just makes me like the art even more. It's interesting. Like the artists just took all their emotion, all their hate, all their love, all their passion, and just let it all out in a piece of art. It's as if I can feel what the artist was feeling when they made the piece. It's absolutly brilliant. Abstract art is deffinately my favorite type of art.