Words.

Words;
To me, they play like an instrument.
Every letter a music note,
They sing a story;
A melody of a melodrama.

Words have impacted my life lately, in a negative and positive way. They have made my life a roller coaster, always going up and down in my emotions. I just read a few posts from my friend Hannah's blog: http://route6631.blogspot.com. She wrote a list of 100 things she wanted to do before you die, which I have already read in person. But seeing this list && looking at all of the carefree, cazy things she wrote down, made me realize that life is so much more than just words. What I mean is, we focus everyday on what people say to us, or what people say about us. But why? When you die, are you gonna look back && say "Do you remember when Me && Annie got in the argument?", or are you gonna say, "Do remember when we jumped out of that airplane? When we felt the air rush through us. That mixed feeling of adrenaline and fear." Hannah's post just really got me thinking that I worry too much.

I am Shelbi Nichole Weaver. I am a very guarded and slightly paranoid person. I express myself through writing. I love Hot Tea && Doctor Who. I love to be social, but I tend to take attention away from myself. I have a spontaneous, wonderful, && crazy life with a wonderful Best Friend && Family. Those are my words, what are yours?