it rained and my the bottom of my pants got wet....

So it rained yesterday... I love rain. the smell the way it makes dirt all muddy. I can remember making mudpies as a child it had become one of the main joys i got as a kid. Its funny how now it seems silly to think that something so common and old could bring so much happiness. As I grow older I come to realize how innocent children are. I wonder if as the years go by, and I hope they do. I wonder what else age will bring me. what else am I going to discover, ive had older frienmds but they never seemed to mention anything about said discoveries. I wonder if its because they dont want to seem old. anyways the bottom of my pants got wet and it did not feel like I thought it would.

how my eyes work,what i feel because of them.

I remember in the winter of 2010 I was at my local park by the library. I had accustumed myself to walking at the late hours of the night to be alone so I could write my thoughts how I felt about things and write poems or simply sentences that came from within myself I wrote all this in my journal. kind of like im doing here. for you see I could not sleep. I came out while others would go home to lay their heads for the coming morning. so on my wallk one night I came upon a ginkgo tree its leaves had yellowed, there was snow on the ground. I got this sense of peace, of sincere beauty , the texture of the dead leave had only a whisper of life and it looked so forlorne at that point in my life I was depressed and the funnniest thing is that my depression had brought out my brand new eyes. I used to look at the world like I suspect most people do, and I dont mean to be assuming here its jsut that I notice strangers that walk by with their eyes full of thought. it came to a surprise to me that they had not noticed that the cement they had just stepped on was grey that it had the most extraordinary cracks. that there would never be another just like it. im sure they know its grey but did they really just look. thats the thing I now have looked upon an apple that I myself set on a tub an apple that my little nephew would never finish and I could feel its beauty of just being in the most unfamiliar place. so I ask has anyone had any thoughts similar to this. I really would love to know I would enjoy living it in my head.