What Would I Do With A Pencil And Paper Right Now?

What would I do with a pencil and paper if somebody gave it to me right now? I would write a story. I would create a picture out of words, string them together in just the right way, to let someone learn my thoughts and ideas. The story would be confusing, but it would all fit together in the end, like puzzle pieces. Or maybe I would write a poem. I would make it rhyme, because I always do (yet another example of the fact that humans are creatures of habit.), and I would set it up to flow gracefully together. The words wouldn't come from my own mind; I would snatch them from the air and space around me, mix them all together, and come out with a poem. Or maybe I would just doodle hearts and smiley faces, because everyone knows that's the most interesting thing of all, right?!

Sight

Opening my eyes 

Is different each time.

I see something new,

Another perspective,

Another opinion to think on.

Sometimes when I open my eyes,

They weren't even closed in the time before.

But light peers through, brightening my sight,

Like the world had been washed to a sparkling sheen.

I'm not always glad

When this newness breaks in,

Shattering my one moment of 'Ok.' 

But it leads to another, another, another.

Remembering each ray of glimmering light,

Each luminous blink,

Brings me closer

To another picture.

I looks, and I see

But it's often too dark

To understand. Until the light peeks in,

I always think everything is alright.

Random Odd Dreams

I dreamt that I was in a car with some people, but I don't think they were my family. We were in the country, at someone's house, who I think was my friend. Than we all drove to this mall in the middle of nowhere, and it was completely empty. And there were these mannequins in the parking lot outside of the mall that moved there arms and faces, and they were painted neon colors. They gave us our parking ticket so that we could go into the mall, but than we left.

Another dream I had was that I was on a cliff a few inches wide, and I was in a car with some strangers. Somehow the car was balancing on the cliff, even though it was so narrow. It was storming, and night, so we couldn't see much, but we made it off the cliff. Than, all of a sudden, I was standing on top of a building, there was a person up there with me, and they had this really creepy expression. I think they had yellow skin, fangs, and a really weird smile. The person jumped off the roof, and then appeared right next to me a second later. Then I appeared inside a cave, following someone (my brother?) who was holding a flashlight. We were running away from someone, I don't knows who, but then I tripped over something in the cave and woke up.

The Lottery

   Today was the lottery. My mother prepared her hair, my sister buttoned up her new shirt, and I sat still and waited. Everyone seemed to want to win, to be the one whose name was chosen. Everyone had to put their name in at least once, but many people such as my family had their names in over ten times. I, personally, didn't really want to win. Everyone I knew dressed themselves up, somehow thinking that it would be more likely to win if they looked good. And I suppose it would be good to have nice clothes, if you were going to wear them for the rest of time.
   That was the prize: to be frozen as you are for the rest of time, and the even longer than that. You got to live forever, which seemed so appealing to the whole town but really just sounded boring and lonely to me.
   So we got in our car, drove to the courtyard across town, and lined up behind the jostling crowd of nervous onlookers. They were surrounding a large stage at the center of the courtyard, upon which there stood a tall podium and a shiny metal box with an opening in the top. The crowd quieted down in an anticipated silence as Pernicen Shelvy, the man who organized the whole lottery, took the stage.   He proudly stood behind the podium, tapped the microphone once, and began to speak in his low, sinister voice.
   "Ladie and gentlemen, I am delighted to see you all her today. Now, I hope you're all excited, because by the end of this day one and only on of you will live forever." Almost everyone cheered, save for me and a few of the wiser people in the town, and he silenced them again with a polite wave of his hand. "you all seem very enthusiastic, so let us begin." He reached into the opening in the metal box, and pulled out a small piece of paper. I scanned the waiting crowd, trying to determine who it would be. Maybe Roslelyn Bicky, the lady who worked at the bakery, or Tom Shinner, the librarian.
   "Everyone, please give us a hand for..." he paused for effect. "Aubrey Chase!"
   I didn't stay long enough to here the crowd applaud; I was out of the courtyard and running down the street  before they  even noticed I was gone.

Thoughts On Technology

Technology isn't a thing that is required to survive in the world. I mean, sure, it's useful to be able to contact people in other countries, or have machines that make stuff so that you don't have to do all of the work. But really, all the technology that we've developed in the past 50 years or so is mostly unnecessary. And those things that people have invented to get work done seem to just make things more complicated. People with antennas in their heads, even if it does enhance their hearing, are pretty unnatural, and computers that can interact with people are just scary. Personally, I think it would be nice to not have to live with any technology at all. And if it wasn't even invented in the first place, then nobody would be so obsessed with it, and there wouldn't be any competition over who has the best iPhone of the smallest laptop.