my ramble

we all ramble in confusion we put question marks where there should be exclamation points we forget to put in commas when we know theres a pause we dont put an apostrophe a hyphen a backslash a parentheses to combine thoughts letters words phrases sentences
i see life as a mixture of thoughts i see time as continuous words my mistakes underlined my triumphs are in bold ill even insert a colon right parenthesis when im smiling everything around me is just jibberish but i can make sense of it all if i just put in the grammar i learned way back when i was learning when i put a question mark after everything ?
my existence is a sentence seperated by commas, those are my pauses in which i learn, maybe a new step in my journey, something that will keep me moving on, but right now im just stepping back to admire what ive done since the last comma, hoping to do it right before i get to the next comma, but something special always happens inbetween and i add something new to the list, new people, new places, new surprises, new lessons,
i'll put apostrophes in to combine my thoughts my beliefs my faith i've taken what's been taught by my parents my family my childhood i've added what's been given by my friends my teachers my people i'll drop i'll let go of the mistakes i've made but learned so much through and then i'm making a better word a better world never wondering what could'a would'a should'a
I might capatalize things that are Important to Me Good Times and Bad Times stand out but for some reason the inbetween just all seems to run together and fades into the backround My Love My Passions My Obsessions will Always be larger than i realize My Heart may not be able to take it worries pain failure let me down but what will always keep me up is my FAITH
I'm tempted to put in periods to end my statements, my sentence, my life, but I can't because it's not time yet, my existence hasn't been declared over, done, finished, I've still got time to do what I want with this statement, this sentence, this life, i don't want to grasp it all yet
i just ramble in confusion admiring the wonderful mess not worrying about making sense i just dont want this sentence to end

Note: I wrote this back in college (in 2006). It's amazing how my viewpoints have changed and remained all at the same time. Obviously, I'm still rambling...