Light Drawing/Writing

One way to make a boring day fun is to write or draw with light. I tried it out, somehow figured out to do it with my camera, and am now able write simple things.
The hardest part was to figure out how to do it. Having to make some fixed spots to know where to start. I started with 'Hello' which isn't that easy so I gave up with that for now ... by accident I took a really good picture of a car passing by, and fixated on that. For some I added lights that I gave my cousins or sister.

 

 

I loved taking some on New Years Eve, but that turned into hard work when you have to fire up your firework, have the camera ready and keep your hands from freezing. But what came out was great.

 

 

What looks more like a big explosion was a one time try to stand too close and firing up four big 'Miracle Bombs' at the same time.

If flying was a dream

If flying was a dream, I wouldn't be in a place that keeps me bound. If flying was a dream, I would be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

When your feet leave the ground for just one split second, you can feel how much it is different to when you are forced to stay by gravity. When your in the air, even for a split second, you are not forced, you are on your own.

Everyone has felt this before, if they had wanted to or not.

When I was younger and first learned how to ride my bike, all I wanted to do was go fast. Faster than the wind, faster than the boy next door who kept bragging about having the nicer bike, and that my girly one wouldn't be able to keep up. I wanted to be the wind, or at least as free, making it easy to go wherever I wanted to go, having a bike was a nice start.

There was a forest close by, the children weren't really allowed to play in there, because it led right into the lower part of town close to the busy street. One day, when the boy next door challenged me to race him through the forest down the dangerous way, I was all up for it. My heart was pumping with adrenaline, I wanted to win. I wanted to shove his pride and his bike up his ... never mind. That day, I remember it well, I learned how to fly, not the way most people think, no it was different.

We raced through the forest, over branches, past giant rocks and by the busy street, I was close to catching up, I was close enough to hear the chain creak, I was too close to see the branch. I flew high up, over my handle, seeing how my bike hit the floor, seeing how everything else went into slow motion.

The feeling of flying through the sky was undescribeable. You feel the wind around you, you feel like everything just stopped for you.

Until.

You hit back into reality. Or in my case. The ground.

Ok, so I was a kid, and cried afterwards, but my point is, that the feeling is never gone from your system.

If flying was a dream, I would want to dream it every night.

A friend got this really nice trampoline, one where about 5 people could jump at the same time, going higher and higher.
I sneaked out at night one summer, thinking about how great it must be like to see the stars while jumping, wanting to try and catch some...yes I know girly thoughts, but I don't care.
That night the sky was cloudless, the stars were so bright, so close. And I was going to break the record of jumping high. Sneaking around the back of the house, climbing the trampoline, taking one last breath, bending my knees and up. I came down a few times before I had reached the perfect height.
The few seconds that I felt weightless in the air while looking at the stars were unbelievable. If it hadn't been for the friends father chasing me away with a broom stick, I would have continued to jump and just enjoy the silence.

If dreaming was like flying, I wouldn't have to wish.

Mission H.U.G.

alright, so I will have some people knowing this story with different names, but I thought these make it more fitting in the blog...well I need a save place to have all of them...

It was mission H.U.G..
Rike, short Ri or Monkey, was positioning herself under the kitchen table, knowing that her sister would be back at exactly 1600 hours. Only a little time left until the mission would take its way, she was trying to blend in with the floor, dressed in white. 'Mission Possible about to start, over.' she spoke into the walky-talky she held in her hand. 'Maybe I should have asked someone to take the second walky-talky, nah!'
Only 30 seconds left.

20.

10.

On time as always Alex opened the door and entered. Tired from school and too lazy to take her stuff into her room she put down everything next to the door, maybe saying that she threw everything next to the door would be better. She took her shoes off and her jacket and stretched. While yawning she thought how great it was to be home again.

Meanwhile under the kitchen table the moving part of the floor made its way slowly but steady to the living room, where Alex was going.
Rolling from the left side of the hall way to the right side into Alex’s room, looking carefully if she was found out and then she crawled after her target.

Alex saw her favourite place in the whole world! The couch. 'All mine!' she thought and was about to fall face first into the cushions, when she felt someone watching her. She turned around, but couldn't see a thing. 'Hm. Must be imagining things.'
At the same time, Ri was cramped in the small dog house that was in the living room, normaly used for the toys. 'That was close.' with that she crawled out and saw how her sister placed the cushions into the right position.

She jumped!

„What the hell!“ Alex shouted out of shock.

„Welcome Home! Meow.“ Ri clinging to her sisters back was what made the mission complete. She took out the walky-talky. „Mission completed, over!“

April 2008

The Voice inside the Silence

I got a bit weird and wrote without thinking, which is why this turned out to be real crap. I doubt that it will interest anyone, which is why this is just for me, to remind me how thinking is better at some points. Well, actually. This shows everyone how much thinking is important.

‘With the light shining bright in the sky, the earth warmed. Clouds moving by slowly as if the heat made them tired. The people in town walked aimlessly from one place to another, their destinations only being one small part in their life.‘

”Cut the crap.” a voice disturbed the silence. “What’s all this talk about sun, clouds and people? Make sense of it or get out.”

’In a dark town, people had been living in fear and danger for centuries now.’

”Is this going to be something about monsters?” the voice interrupted again.

’Michel and Lena were once the brightest people in a bunch of idiots.’

”Comedy isn’t really what we are looking for.”

A glass shattered on the floor.

”And what was that for?” the voice asked.

The person the voice was talking to was standing close to a small lamp that only showed a bit of that persons face. It was a young woman, maybe in her mid twenties. The woman showed an annoyed and angered face. It was the voice that had got to her so bad that she wished she knew where to find the person who the voice belonged to, to show how much it frustrated her.
She took a deep breath and started again.

’When there is no way out, what do you do? A voice making you feel nervous, depressed, mad or annoyed is all that you hear. Wouldn’t you want to find the person and kick them where it hurts?’

“Hey, that’s not funny.”

‘To creep the person out bit by bit, paying back all those terrible moments that went through your head?’

”Would you stop it?!”

‘Moving in closer and closer till you make them fear even the slightest blink of you.’

The woman stood up from her spot, turned off the lamp. There was only the sound of footsteps that was to be heard. She moved slowly, carefully and goal orientated. It would seem like she belonged to the darkness.

”Woman, stay back! I’m telling you this is not right.” The voice spoke with fear, with a tint of nervousness. “I’m going to call the cops!”

’The person will know that the fear that was supposed to be put onto others is passing on to them, making them realize they got themselves into a situation without an escape.’

The woman was still moving, but where did she want to go? She moved with a goal in mind, with a decision she made, it was her plan to fulfill it to perfection.
Something landed on the floor with a loud thud. The echo coming again and again, making the silence appear even closer. The woman began to laugh.

”What the hell? What do you want from me?” The voice sounded broken from fear. Was this going to be the end of the voice in the woman’s head?

Yes this is what my mind does to me.... I'm sorry?!

The bad and good looking truth

This Blog will be the end of me, I know it before I even started on it.

Reasons are bad, because not every reason is really a good one. For example, the reason I got this blog is "I was drunk! and had a horrible April." See not a good reason.
Good reasons are things like "I wanted to open peoples eyes to Global Warming." See, all good.

People come up with the most idiotic reasons, excuses and explanations. With everything, there has to be one of the listed things.
For making this blog my reason is as said before: "I was drunk! and had a horrible April."
my excuse: "I always wanted to have something to annoy people with."
my explanation: "I'm freakin self concious and don't want other people to read my things."

It's bad, because it is the truth. To make these look good there has to be a lot of thought put into it, to make it original and truthfully.
It would look like this:
"I had this idea through some happenings in April."
"I always wanted a blog or something the like."
"I didn't find the time to actually do it."

Looking better and still the truth.


So, why do some people still don't think they could change the way they explain, excuse or reason their doings?

"We saw someone crash into your car, but we didn't do a thing because the driver looked fine."

Think about it. :P