There's a big old cloud blocking out the sun just now and the whole world suddenly just became romantic! That's the only way that I can describe it. All of the sun just disappeared and the room just sobered up and everything started to glow in an eerie old world sort of way… I loved it just now! It was lovely. It was the perfect lighting for a photo shoot in front of an old antique treasure casket, with a parasol and a tea cup. Oh, it's so beautiful! I wish that I could preserve the moment forever the way that it makes me feel. It's so cold and comforting and wonderful and it makes the world look so gray and classical.

It's too bad that the world doesn't stay that way for long periods of time. It's always sad to see those special moments come and go so quickly. They do go quickly too.

Ugh, I have to write another poem today. This will be the third for my creative writing class today. The first was an I hate love poem, the second was one on my perfectly darling blue eyed boy, and the third is supposed to be one on what I believe in. Well, I don't believe strongly in all that many things… so this one will be hard for me. Last year when confronted by this assignment (it was the first poem I ever wrote in my life) I coughed out a sketchy piece on how I believe in music. It made it into a literary magazine. Now, considering I haven't been getting as much work lately, I need to do something that will blow the Meaning of Music out of the water. I want a really good one, and nothing cliché this time. That means nothing about love, nothing emo, nothing too repetitive. I don't know. There's nothing that I particularly believe in right now. I feel like doing another one themed on lies, but once again I don't want anything that might be taken as me being emo. Bleh. I HATE emo poetry. It makes me want to shoot myself.

I like nice lighting though. I like the way candlelight looks on the skin in a dark room, when all you can think about is the complete and utter domination and ruination of a person. I like the way that it looks when it plays over your hands and the curves of your body and the way that it just quickens the blood. There's something so charismatic about seeing the face of one that you want to possess completely in candle light. Incriminating the way that you can look at someone with a smile on your face and they completely suspect you of something, though their suspicions would be well placed.

I also like the lights of the city when you're looking down from a rooftop or a bridge and the wind is leafing through your hair. That's always beautiful at night, because when you look down you see a reflection of the sky. It's like looking at a whole legion of stars. It's gorgeous!

I also like the lighting of a fire next to a big brown leather chair. I'd love to get all comfortable in it in a big white sweater and a huge blanket and just read poetry out loud until my voice goes away, and then I'd drink some hot chocolate and resurrect it. It'd be lovely.

Lighting is a key thing for me. I don't like the dark. I don't like blinding light. I'm particular, but get me with the right lighting and you can almost definitely control the way that I act.