Flying High
Who can stop us now?

the pilot
Name:hannah banana
Age: 17
Location: USA
Studying at: Mt. SAC
Fav. Hobby: daydreaming, blogging, snowboarding, chatting, surfing the net

the grand plan
Flight Log
Transmission
Co-Pilots
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engineers
Created by Bryan Yeo

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Saturday, October 22, 2005

.:kept:.



i kept myself.
from the world.
from my community.
from my friends.
from my family.
from everything else that mattered.

especially my own self.

i lied.
i lied to my sanity.
i lied to my conscience.
i lied to my soul.
i lied to my feelings.

and all the lies were bottled up.

and like sand they gathered.
filling.
leaving no space untouched.

until the point that the bottle overflowed.

i gazed at my being.
as the sand never-ceasingly overflowed from the bottle.

it drowned me.
to see myself die of hesitation.
i tried to save myself.
i tried to hold on.
yet i felt numb.

i felt hopeless.
as the sand covered up my being.

all of a sudden.
out of no where.

a gust of wind blew from behind.

i crouched down and tried to shield myself.

it blew away the sand.

in the process, the bottle fell down and broke.

i was shattered.

i was broken.

was it the end of it all...?

the wind has passed.

i stood up and picked up all the pieces of the shattered bottle.
i held them in my hand.
and gazed at all the pieces.

they shone brightly.
it made me smile.
as i put the pieces back together.

it's true.
i felt a bit wasted.
but somehow that thought left my mind.
as i continued to bring myself back together.

now the bottle just sits and waits.
to be filled once again.
not by hatred.
not by deceit.

but by eternal bliss and love that i will cherish forever.

The Evil One blogged at 5:28 PM