VAMPY

Friday all of us ( the class) went to Lost River Cave. Of course most of us got dripped on, each drip meant about a year of good luck. Unless your Cameron, then a drip in the eye is two years of bad luck.

Cave drops hit my head
That’s about 8 years luck
Good or bad I can’t say

The butterfly room is at Lost River Cave. As beautiful as the butterflies were they could not escape the screen box. At least, the people weren’t allowed to touch them.

Butterflies in a room
Freedom they will never see
Beauty locked in place

A journey in the past is not a journey at all, just a reminiscence. For one to never come to terms with one’s past is to deny themselves a future. Then again, what lies ahead for you probably happened to someone else.

Looking forward
Not often looking back
The future is ahead

I am thoroughly convinced that my iPod holds all the motivation I need for life. Music, one of the only things that can really make me want to move forward.

Music is what moves
What reverberates, speaks, or drives
For this I’m grateful

My paradise is Gatton, the academy. The challenge and company is more than I could ever hope for, and there is a chance to make a difference. Perhaps I could finally see my full potential.

What the world needs
Is something different
Not more of the same

VAMPY is not the real world, it’s better. The people I meet and what I learn have a much more profound effect than anywhere else. If home was like this I might never leave, which raises the question of where I belong more.

Is home where the heart is
Or where the mind lies
Maybe I’m there now

No one ever misses a journey, they’re on one every day. The worst curse possible is to know what will happen next. But you are allowed help.

I have not gone anywhere
Good luck with where your going
Maybe we’ll meet up

A mind is the most personal thing a person owns. Please don’t steal or sift through it without permission.

A mind is a closed book
Or a backpack full of memories
Both can be seen if opened