Tranquility

     First and foremost, my music, or most any music for that matter, can easily lift my mind of some of the burdens it bears. Music has the ability to alter moods and thoughts quite unlike anything else known to man. It's capable of temporarily lifting reality away while simultaneously keeping things just as grounded as usual. Walking along to a beat, or having a song that completes a scene or moment simply cannot be emulated by anything else. Songs I'm familiar with are especially good at taking my mind off of other things, bringing my thoughts to that of the composition of the music, how good it sounds, and the memories that I have associated with said music. Tying in with this, my guitar can bring me a great sense of comfort as well. My guitar allows me to further get in touch with music, as nothing quite compares to being able to create and play music.

     As expected, my home and family are great sources of comfort, as is my bed. Due to familiarity and a sense of belonging, both the house and my kin place me in a tranquil state, provided I'm not quarrelling with my sister. I've lived in my current home since I was about five, and thus I'm quite accustomed to both the house itself and the neighborhood. My family is also quite calm, and there's only the occasional fight between my younger brother and sister. Other than that, the serene environment and acquaintance with my surroundings makes my home a model of tranquility.

I Am From

     I am from shadows and silence

A quiet existence of willing compliance

I am from the backdrop

Invisible in a snapshot

All while remaining in plain sight

     Even despite my height

I can avoid the light

Why by loud and bright and trite

When you can instead indite,

Let your mind take flight!

Solitude is a constant fight

One that keeps many up at night
Woe is those of such a plight
Searching seeking stumbling in fright
Who truly knows them outright?

     I bother not with such concerns
Attention is not what my mind yearns
Eventually it always returns
To a thought that never burns

     The thought of being alone
For when I am not well known
I can escape the monotonous drone of the phone
And ponder upon things unknown

     To be alone is not a curse
It often is quite the inverse
There are many things much worse
Sometimes, silence can immerse,
And allow us to traverse
Our world around us

 I, am from solitude

Look't All Those Chickens

     If I was presented with a horse, a cow, and a dozen chickens, then was told to pick a single one, I would choose the twelve chickens. Twelve chickens are more valuable when compared to a cow or a horse due to their variety of uses. For one, provided the chickens are of mixed gender, they could be induced to breed for more chickens. The extra surplus of chickens could then be used as both currency and food. After breeding enough chickens, they could be used to barter and I would be able to acquire a horse and cow anyways. Chickens are also good for both their meat and their eggs, and a dozen eggs a day could easily keep me fed for a long while. The extra chickens acquired from breeding the first dozen would provide me with plenty of meat as well, and would be a replinishing source of food so long as I keep some of the adult chickens to breed. Both eggs and chicken meat are delicious, and with all of the additional benefits, I find the chickens to be the most valuable animal out of the three presented.

Stew, Ew

     The most disgusting thing I've ever consumed was something so simple that it didn't even look all that repugnant, but was so sickening to the point where I almost vomited immediately after eating it. The vile concoction in question was a cup full of hot steaming beef stew mixed with a blue raspberry drink mix meant for water. An old friend offered this abomination to me after thoroughly mixing it beforehand, and challenged me to down the cup. I, being the absolute genius that I am, decided to accept his challenge, which soon became  a choice that I would regret for years to come. Luckily, for a single moment, my senses partly returned to me and I thought it best to only drink a little of the cup, not the whole thing in one go. Without thinking any further, I downed a quick gulp of the mixture, and was greeted by a revolting taste that I can only describe as such; Imagine a local hobo gathering up makeshift pots and pans out of the garbage, starting a fire, and creating a beef stew out whatever he could find on the street. Then, once the stew was finished, he decides to add in a super sour powder that completely conflicts with the "beef stew's" taste and mixes the two ingredients together until they're one in the same.

     The taste of the mixture wasn't the only thing that was sickening about it, however. The thing that truly got to me was the texture of the stew. The powder added some dry and rough spots atop the stew, and the stew itself had the texture that vomit does after eating four ears of corn. Needless to say, the texture and flavor mixed together made for one of the most revolting things I've ever had the misfortune of eating, and is so far the only "food" that has made me throw up from eating it.