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The Random Thoughts of an 18 Yr. Old First of all, I know most will say the title is horrid. But it's my title so get over it. Secondly,this is not a well-patterned story. It's not even a story; it is a collection of my random(and pretty bizarre) thoughts. And lastly,they are not the thoughts of a character I created. They are really my thoughts. They got down here from my head to my hands(since I am typing i am using two hands,opposed to when i write I use only one,but I come to the assumption that it is like that for everyone. (If you write with two hands please do contact me. There's so much I'd like to ask you) Now that we've established the road, let's walk down it,shall we?          The Beauty of Running     I love to run. Maybe it's because I'm not confrontational. Maybe it's because I know I'm fast. I love to listen to the sound of my feet on the pavement. A soft thud,a knock to the earth's core. "Hello? Anybody home?" The earth responds by propelling me forward. It pushes me;it pulls me. It keeps me running.

The Beauty of Breathing I read somewhere that air is like sex. You only think about it if you can't have it.I'm not sure if the comparison is wholly accurate or right as I'm a full-fledged virgin,but I imagine absolute panic at the thought of no air. There truly is something beautiful about breathing.The simple miracle of oxygen seeping into your lungs and blood is amazing. Can anyone ask for more? I'm alive,I'm breathing,I'm amazing. So are you if you're reading this because I make the assumption that you're breathing,too(don't hold your breath now). Enjoy. Exhale.