caramel

Baby look me in my eyes
And tell me if
I'm the kinda girl you like
I'm feeling you
Cause sweetie you're my kinda guy
Think about it, you just might
wanna run with this
All night long
And if you want me we can keep this going
but Let me tell you I'm the type that's strong
And I don't trust a lot of men I'm independent I'm ain't like some other women



songs been on my mind all day. puts me in a good.



I'm walking down the street and I can see the sun slowly closing in with the horizon. My arteries are pumping strong rich blood and my veins are letting it flow through every part of my body. My eyes are glowing with a passion for the rich light that beams every night and day. No, the light doesn't come from the sun or the moon, but from something inside me. It glows so bright that it blinds people from all around me. I'm in some type of mood that comes very rarely. It makes me wanna write. Is it the blogging mood again? Don't know what it is? Let me explain once again. It's almost like the feeling you get when your at a really amazing show and your favorite song comes on and this thick body compelling feeling overwhelms everything around you, including yourself, and you scream the words out. It's when you see someone you haven't seen in a very long time and the moment your eyes meet you feel weak. It's like seeing the person you love when you wake up in the morning and realizing nothing was a dream. I have that mood right now. It's making me want to write. I talked about my life today. I explained what I read recently. I explained my situation with the person I have fallen for. I talked about where I'm going to school and what I plan to do once I finish my general ed. I love when people care to ask about the important things in my life. It makes me feel like my life has some type of meaning in it that it makes someone ask about it. I keep repeating caramel over and over again. It got my attention last night and it has this smooth beat that makes it known that if I ever heard it outside of my house, in a car, at a dance, on the radio, at a party, I would automatically start singing and dancing. Oh the 90s. The beautiful 90s. Silly generation with the best things. Grunge. Awesome Cartoons. Amazing R&B tunes. Cool toys. etc. etc. If you were born in 1992 and before then you know exactly what I'm talking about. The sensation of seeing something that you watched or listened to when you were a kid sends a ultimate rush. The care free days. Those days were sometimes my favorite. Now I'm destined for some type of adult future. The kid in me lives through my tunes and my interests. "Cause anywhere I go im spotted..." I can't stop singing. My vocals are getting much better. I want to be outside sitting under a tree with Chris singing some good tunes. I hope my voice gets so much better. I want the notes to flow out with beauty added to it. Almost like a bird flying but not only is it flying, its flying in the most beautiful way it can. It's adding essence to it. Does it make sense? Probably not. But, I understand completely. My plans for my future are slowly growing. My words are becoming more known. We will grow. We will begin. We will end. And I will be something.