One Hundred.


One hundred posts.
One hundred thoughts.
One hundred dreams.
One hundred schemes.

Life moves so fast
It is easy to get caught up in the present
It is easy to dream about the future
But it is hard to leave the past.

Moving forward in 2010
Another one hundred posts
Another one hundred poems
Another one hundred moments.

Seizing it all.

Anonymous has come into my zone.
Has attempted to push, pull, and knock me down.
Has started a fight over Jose, Jamo and Patron.

Anonymous has no name.
Anonymous has no face.
Anonymous only has comments which got them their 15 seconds of fame.

But, Anonymous can't ever get to me
Their words can not reach that high.
The Treehouse saves me from their relentless words
The Treehouse protects me from their abusive lies.