How to write about bricks

1. Say "bricks" so many times that it doesn't even sound like a real word
2. Why is it normally plural?
3. Brick sounds better
4. Read others blogs 
5. Steal ideas
6. Take a nap
7. Listen to pandora
8. Write about brick
9. Wait, that idea sucks
10. Delete 
11. Write about roses
12. Why roses?
13. Eat mamma's lasagna 
14. Stare at the sun that peaks through the clouds
15. Beautiful
16. Bricks can be beautiful
17. Write about beauty
18. Why aren't most houses made out of bricks anymore?
19. Those are my favorite houses
20. Give up and write a how to

Paris

We flew into Paris during the spring time,

but took the first train ride to Lyon.

We stayed in a tiny hotel room with a tiny room called a bathroom.

Ate some fancy cheese with French people who were too ignorant to learn English.

On the plus side we had crepes with nutella every day for breakfast.

"We're here to get the job done. There's no time to be tourists."

I went to McDonald's twice but I didn't even get to see the Eiffel Tower.

Well I saw the tower from the plane window, but that doesn't count.

We flew all that way and I didn't even get to roam the streets of the most creative city on the planet.

I wanted to be a tourist.

I wanted to sit under the Eiffel Tower while listening to M83. 

They're French right?

So what if Paris is dirty?

I wanted to soak up the feeling of inspiration.

Maybe it's in the water?

No, the water tasted like shit.

Lyon sucked.

It was windy the whole time.

But it was sunny so it was neither hot nor cold.

More cold than hot.

McDonald's was better than here. 

More expensive but still worth it.

The people were rude,

but not as bad as everyone says they are.

Next time I'll go to Amsterdam.

But I wouldn't mind actually going to Paris.

Love is like oxygen

Love is like jumping out of a plane.

So thrilling and exhilarating,

Yet so scary.

It scares me how much you mean to me.

Its the simple things that get me.

When you laugh at my stupid jokes

When you look at me with those hazel eyes

Your rosy red cheeks when you get happy

It all scares me to think that I'm falling in love with you.

Trust me I want to

It would be an honor to love you

But I don't want to lose you.

I'm crazy for you.

I never knew that I was capable of feeling like this.

Nothing has ever felt as right as this.

No one has ever looked as consistently beautiful as you.

You're as consistent as the sun that rises 

Love is like jumping out of a plane.

Love is like oxygen

and baby I can't seem to get enough of you

I am real

I day dream a lot.

Day dreaming makes it hard to know what is really happening.

But I always know one thing for sure

I am real.

We're all real. 

So why do we treat each other like we're nothing?

We're always told to treat others like we want to be treated.

But do we really do that?

Let's put an end to the mistreatment of others

Treat each other with love, respect and kindness.

Please?

I'm not a robot

I promise I'm not a robot.

Trust me.

Or am I?

Remember?

After every day that goes by I can feel my memory disappearing.

The memory of the more simpler times.

My childhood.

I miss not wanting to go to sleep because all I wanted to do was play.

But now all I want to do is sleep.

Take me back to the times of when the hardest decision was which crayon to use.  

I miss my childhood.

Even though I still feel like a child, I'm expected to make these decision that will impact the rest of my life.

That's a lot of pressure.

Remember when we were kids?

Yeah, me neither.

Please Don't Go

This feeling in the depths of my stomach keeps me up at night.

I know you're still here

but it feels like you're going.

You keep telling me you're here,

I believe you,

but it still feels like you're going.

You keep telling me we should spend less time with each other.

But I can't stand to think about that possibility.

You keep telling me to stop worrying.

But that's all I do at night.

Don't Go.

You say I'm turning into you. 

But would it really be that bad if I was like you?

Do I act like you or am I still me?

Maybe we should spend less time with each other.

But I don't want to go.

Don't Go.

Please Don't Go.

I beg of you, Please Don't Go.