Visitation: Seattle, Washington

Land resting easily along the coast, surrounded by evergreen foresting and with a scenic view of Mount Rainier, the volcano is dormant at least though so it possesses no danger, just beauty. As I did you can hike or even scale the clean smelling evergreen forest, gently fading to a cleat white snowy mountainous paths. Once getting to the top wind is so strong and cold it could knock you back. You can climb into the volcano itself and take a nice leisurely break from all the trouble it took to get there.

Leading away from the mountain and along the clean black paved roads that they all either seem like they are perfectly new or a dirt pass that makes you feel like you are in the country side. Some roads are amazing because of how the trees form around almost as if the cave was overgrown with evergreens. That.. is amazing thing to drive through.

When you visit the city, you can always feel a breeze running through your hair and slipping through the large glass towers. Always having a moderate temperature until winter attacks with storms of snow. Seattle drives people away with its cloudy days and rainy days. Me? It keeps me around, the rainfall fells amazing when it hits your skin and when I see the sun, I appreciate it that much more.

Walking the streets even in a city you can find the trees finding a nice small habitat for them. I can't ever get over how clean it is. Ever. The streets are safe but as soon as you come across one neighborhood you feel terror in comparison from leisure to the slums, such a drastic change that you'd expect the utopia to never have. I've never even really been into those neighborhoods, I figure they will have roads like that in every large city because of how unavoidable it is, but even in the slums there, they don't seem so horrible compared to other places I've seen. There is less light giving an uncomfortable feeling at night as if someone is always watching you. The apartment buildings are stacked high and close to each other covered in different types of muck. I couldn't see for very long because we were in a car on our way to the shore, but that is what I saw.

When I got to the shore that, that is clean. The sand gently touching the shore. So soft and gently running through my toes, the soft air the ocean breathed on my face that smelt of sea salt. The ocean there is cool and nice. Walking up shore you could run into wild life of jelly fish sadly washed up to shore, as soon as you see it, you are standing next to it and your heart drops in fear that you'll accidentally touch it. After seeing all of the shells and shore creatures you come up to the magnificent pier that grew so large.

Climbing up the gentle sand hill to the deck of the pier you look for miles in bright lights and the large numbers of sails covering the horizon and leaving little space for any other boat along the pier. The whiteness of the boats with each individual design that went from simple colored lines to a complex drawing on the side. It was brilliant.

Passing the pier onto the boardwalk the multitude of  restaurants and stores came into view, again seeing the cleanly paved white sidewalks walking store to store, smelling the smell of newly bought clothes and fresh seafood, I couldn't help but pas by the PacSun and Urban Outfitters to eat at the Sushi and Steak House. It was an idea that was lead by two men, one Japanese and the other American. They joined together to make the multi-ethnic restaurant. My family runs for their delicious steak burgers and I chow down on the greatest flavor of freshly snatched seafood platter of sushi. Organized and decorated to perfection. The flavor is indescribable, but I could easily live off of sushi alone because of how delicious it is to me.

You can go around and through the impacting artistic city with art and "graffiti" nicely placed throughout the city making everything resonate and truly makes the city more colorful. The people there are mixed in race never being stuck in white country you can go around corner to corner seeing different street performers playing their instruments of all kinds and dancing to the beats that can attract crowds.

I always have to visit some of the local venues. I never go to the same ones, I go coffee shop to coffee shop looking for information about performances around or even at the shop itself. Every single once has a nice tint that reminds me of an instagram camera. The smell and taste of coffee makes me rip my wallet out of my packet to take in some of the best coffee in America. The great Seattle Coffee. "Ahhhh" I can never get enough of it.

When I finish with my coffees the one time I went to the Seattle Space Needle. The tower amazed me and put me in irreversable awe. It's not for the fact that there are restaurants and stores high in the sky sitting on top of glass. The glass that glistens with a gentle reflection but almost nearly perfectly clean to look through. They used to have rooms up there that could be rented to sleep in the skies... During the night the view could bring tears to my eyes. Looking out from high looking like you could be in a unmoving midair plane. All the little lights shining from under me like closely dense stars. The movements from cars and all the people in their party-filled nights. The view was beautiful and that... treats my dream of seeing the world from the skies. Seeing everything... next to nothing blocking the view. Amazing.

The Human Language: "Fine"

Remember back in your history you used to hear adults say to you, "It's going to be ok." Did you ever believe them? Where they ever right? Have you ever asked some if they were ok and they respond with a measly "Fine." I have seen it very few times where someone was ok. Fine just seems like it's a lie word to me. The  only time I've ever really seen it being used truthfully is when a guy tells a girl, "Damn, yo fine gurrrrrrllllllll" but do you ever really hear that anymore or do you even want to hear it?

Going back to when you were a little kid and your parents said "Everything is going to be fine." You knew that they weren't telling the truth most of the time. You felt that lie and you looked at it dead in the eye. That fact has not changed. The way everyone uses that word has engraved in our lives that the word is not one to trust. It's used to ultimately tell a lie. Though a lot of times a lie is a good thing that is intentionally used to benefit you or protect you, but everyone wants the truth.

Remembering back in my life as a child I remember that exact quote. I questioned my mom about the two guys at the park arguing, "What's wrong?" and only got one response with a worried face, "Everything is going to be ok..." I knew it was a lie because when I got a surge of fear expecting something to go wrong and everything did. Two guys got into a fight and we had to leave the park because someone called the police and my parents didn't want to see everything.

Now the bane of my existance, the ultimate reason I hate the word "Fine" is because I care about people and always want to help others and then that is the response I get, "Fine." That time where you can look into someone's eyes and they say that word, you know they lied to you, you heard that lie scream in your ear. A lot of people let that notion pass over their head as if it were the truth. Because almost everyone has grown up with the notion of "Everything is going to be fine" we all ahave that dialoge in our head that teaches us the it is not the truth.

I let everyone I know how I feel about the word fine. How they use it, how they just got caught in a lie. They always look away and relize I was right. Fine may be a lie meant for the listener, or the speaker. I wish that word was never built upon us that way. Though, I also do like it, cause it gives me that chance to show other's what I have noticed, allow them all to get the chance to speak the truth, and so they all can learn to help as well. Help by catching that one lie. "I'm fine"

-shrug-

This is Ridiculous: The Penny

I find there to be a lot of ridiculous thing that we still keep around and I lose sight of what is important because I am baffled at what I see there sitting in front of me and how useless some things are, why we keep them around and what is the purpose anymore. Today that thing is the penny.

Starting up on a little bit of history.

In 1792 the United Stated came out with the half-cent, one cent coin, the quarter, dime and nickel (at the time it was called the half-dime). A reason why I don't understand why the penny hasn't disappeared or at least stopped getting made is that there used to be a half cent. The half cent was a coin that eventually around the late 1800's got "killed" for being worth to little, but back then that half-cent had more power to buy stuff than our dime does today. I believe all the way up the pennies, nickles and dimes should be gone, but I am going to simply just start with pennies.

Over time the amount of pennies actually being made out of 100% Copper dropped down to zero as the cost of Copper increased and caused the production of the penny cost to much so now its only 5% of the actual penny. Then when that happened people started melting down their old pennies into raw copper to be made into something useful and sold. That worked until the government for some reason saw that the expulsion of the undervalued pennies got on their nerves and made it illegal to destroy any US Coinage...

The number of excuses I have seen and understood why no one wants to get rid of pennies is because of:

1. It's unpatriotic
2. The amount of charitable donations will decrease
3. You need them for exact change
4. That they will make prices rise

Ok well to be honest there is not that much to be patriotic with the penny. In has Abe Lincoln on that but as we all should know he has already taken the spot for the five dollar bill. If we lost the penny we wouldn't be losing our patriotic memory to the penny being killed. Then if you have ever known anyone in the US Military that was over seas. If they came back and ever complained about pennies is because the US Military got rid of the penny because its lack of value and ability to easily be lost. Simply they rounded everything up to the next five cent and the ultimately patriotic soldiers got rid of the penny. Patriotism is not found in coinage. Proof. 

People fear that the amount of donations will go down from all of those boxes in front of cash registers that has a child's face that you can't help but resist putting pennies in there for them. Well in all honesty other countries have gotten rid of the penny. Australia a good example a well off economy, they got rid of their penny and simply as well rounded up to the next five cent, and donations did not decrease. 

The fact that people have said that we need exact change is stupid. If the penny were to be destroyed the obviousness of matter is that what is considered exact change will change by rounding up to the next five cent just like everyone else has done. 

Finally the thing that makes me the most confused as to why people say the things they do. People are afraid that prices will rise... I can't shake my head anymore with out it falling off with that statement, because the fact of the matter is that the penny is a strain on the economy. No, not enough to solve all of the issues that exist but at least we would remove one of the many anchors. 

The penny is simply to expensive to keep around. The government spends 2.5 cents per penny every year to make four million of them. That huge waste of money and the desire to kill government officials is massively overwhelming. They want to help the economy? Then I think they should stop arguing about what to add to help the economy then I think they're doing it all wrong. There are billions and maybe trillions of dead weight that exists in all of the laws and pennies we have stacked up, but that is not for now. 

The penny is virtually useless. You can't use simply just pennies to buy anything because of the value and no machine accepts it. Vending machines, laundry machines, toll booths, parking meters, nothing will take the pennies away from you except for Coinstar. All it does is it takes all of the pennies you have stored up in your jar and turns it into something that you can actually use. It is supporting pennies to stay but also supporting the fact that they are useless and if you are one of those inconsiderates in line that take time in your purse or pocket to count then you truly have no emotion. 

All in all the penny is useless because they can't do their job as something to be used to buy things, they cause a weight added onto our economy and they are simply a waste of time and money. I want to see the penny gone and I want to see it go away peacefully. If you collect pennies, you should be happy. Now they're collectors. Be gone of the penny. 

Background: My Write Time

Nearly every day I walk into my house. The place of living for me and my family, all of it being completely run by my egotistical father. He feels as if he has the power and right to tell all of us to be how we should be, and we all resist even my mom. If my dad is home by the time I reach the front door I take a straight trip up to my room without a word except maybe a "Hi!" when I walk through the door just so they acknowledge my presence. If my dad isn't home I will have a drink and a nice chat with my mom. We appreciate each other and get along very well, but when that is done with I take up on a short walk to my room.

As I step along the hard dark wooden and nicely polished floor, I think about how I never feel the wood against my bare feet unless I'm really hungry or need to ask something of my family and that is the only time I ever get to feel that floor. Wow, I'm really detached... all because I don't want to spend time with my father.

When I walk and touch the staircase I could sigh in relief for the familiarity of my own house coming back to me. Now I can move a little faster. At the top of my staircase lit by the lights coming from oh-so-sweet-nature. Oh how I love sitting at the top of my steps with my large dark haired dog. I guess you could say we resemble each other. I think he's the only one in my family that I knows that I like to sit there, because of that I always like to give him a hello when I walk past him to my room down the long shaded white hallway.

When I walk into my room, I have to immediately shut the door behind me... I hate feeling watched. When I leave that door open I get that feeling, that I am being watched. Though sometimes on good shinny days I'll leave it open so my dog can take a trip to say hi to me, though I live in the great-ol'- Pennsylvania weather. We get no shinny days. Moving here from Columbia, South Carolina, that is such a change. When I finally get that door shut I feel a sense of content. I'm happy in my room. I feel at home. I don't in any other part of the house. Once I leave my room, I'm in a stranger's house.

Now that I am home, I must begin my routine. Shuffling my way over my guitar and maybe some flannels I leave on the floor from getting dressed in the morning. I feel like I am following all of the bright red, white and charcoal stripes on my wall... There. I got the lamp on, and I smirked at dim lights. I only like three types of lights, dim light, natural light, or no light at all.

I take a short peak out of my black blinds to see the world outside of my home. Is it nice enough of a day to open my blinds...? Nope. I shut my blinds because of the dreary weather. I don't like looking out to the weather that keeps me inside.

I turn back around and see my guitar laying down on the floor of my room, inside of its black solid casing and the dark reds and blacks that match my walls. I love my guitar, because it is my guitar, bought with my money and always been through my performances and with play outs with my friends. I pick my guitar up and start playing music as I go with no specific direction. It's how I play sing and strumming my heart out.

When I'm done I move on. I move a short distance so I lay on my bed taking deep breathes and massaging my hands because I play until I can't ever stop, always. Closing my eyes and listening to the background music I put on my stereo system. I love it, I have a speaker on each side of my bed, the black clean speakers shout out at me with the sounds I love. They rest on my bookshelves that are mainly filled with limited books on psychology, music and the occasional novel. I don't think I care to read that much as I look at my limited supply.

When I look at my bookshelves I see more music than anything, with a series of guitar accessories, piles of iTunes cards and some small percussion instruments. It’s a lot of who I am... Music, my living soul in lyrics and sound that I create.

Now that I am fully rested I go over to my art table to touch up on some art, I never spend much more than a half hour with my drawings, I'm not nearly as dedicated but I do still like it. I love where my art table is though. I planned out my room so that the table would catch the gleaming eyes of the sun for great lighting, but then again, I don't spend much time there so I move onto my computer. I will use my computer next to anywhere in my room, sitting on the art table, or on top of the chest-of-drawers, or on my bed so I can rest, or on the floor for a hard relaxing time. I am weird like that sometimes, just like the giant furry buffalo hat that I will wear from time to time.

Today, I carry my laptop to the floor with me, it’s a floor day. I want to run my fingers through the soft carpeting again. When looking around on, YouTube, Facebook, Blogger, and Tumblr... It’s my own routine of look at all my favorite stuff and all. I will chuckle through separate videos and posts I see through my day and get touched to by inspirational writings, pictures and songs. I do this all up until I get phone calls and texts from my girlfriends and friends. I rest that way on my bed until I sleep.

I always look to my left when I sleep, I have to face the clock and away from the fan. If that soft breeze glides over my face I will go insane and will never get my nightly rest. If I can't sleep I think of a place that makes me happy. That place is a secret place. That place doesn't even exist yet, but it will.