It rattles my brain and shakes my thoughts, the ideas in my head are different then what my eyes caught. The images seen are the same through anyone's eye, but once in my head, I don't know if i should laugh or cry. It is there, where this image becomes unique, far from normal it begins to create it's own mystique. Even though my brain is at work I don't know what to think, because the original object and now my idea have no credible link. Trying to find words so something could be said, but now it is gone, so why on earth is this image still in my head?

For over two decades I've been on this earth, still soul searching and trying to find self-worth. Being hard to read like graffiti doesn't phase me, funny when ones close to this human riddle try to chase me. Not a leader or a follower nor lost in the pack, you see I just like to be off on my own where I'm free to act. Not a loner at heart but harsh judgement forces me to be, feeling restricted and confined but in text my thoughts begin to roam free. I could utter words for days but would find no avail of satisfactions, because you see words will never speak as loud as one's actions.

Most of my close family calls me brain, but many people other don't know why thats my nick name. So I decided to tell the story of a young Brian  whose life would be forever changed by a birthday cake.

My birthday is May 3, the same as my grandmother (god rest her soul). So when I turned 1 my mother thought she'd throw a birthday party for my grandmother and I. The party as far as I know went pretty well. Then as you know came the time to cut the cake and pass it out. My mother had order a large birthday cake with the writing "Happy Birthday Grandma and Brian" on it. Well little did she know that a moron or a disgrutled worker had made the cake. So when she brought it home and presented the cake it had this great message written on it "Happy Birthday Grandma and Brain". So then was little Brian's life forever changed. I have no problem with my nick name, I just figured I'd let people know the story behind the "Brain".

I recently took some pictures of places around my home,nothing really special, just places,as a child, that I would rome. Looking through the camera I saw the childhood I once had, I realize now that I am grown and not just because I'm taller than my Dad. Just thinking while sitting in the swing that I was able to fly in as a kid. Remembering of the fort I built in the woods with a friend using a trash can lid. Thinking of when I used to chase down the ice cream man for a frozen treat, and how back in the day climbing the tree at the park was such an amazing feat. Now I'm not saying that I am old, but I'm not that young. Somehow, somewhere life as a child was finally done. As we know all good things must come to an end, I just wish I could go back in time cause Brian Medeiros the child would make an interesting friend.

I encourage everyone to go back to places you use to visit as a child because you realize now how amazing and wonderful a child's imagination can be. And no matter how hard you try, seeing something today will never be the same as when you viewed it as a child.

As we stand at the foot of the mountain we stare up to gaze at what we are about to climb. Some of us will give up before they even try, others simply will not have the talent nor the skill to reach the top. A few will stop along the way and be satisfied with what they have accomplished. From the many that started a few will reach the top, now there will be different reaction for those that do reach the top. Some will mock the others who didn't reach the top, Some will feel as though there is nothing more left to do, and the rest will stand and admire the beatiful view.

Life is a hard climb up hill and sometimes we are so focused on reaching our goals that we forget to look around and appreciate the veiw.

I can't fall asleep tonite cause I don't know what tomorrow will bring,

I don't want to fall asleep because I'm afraid of not waking up tomorrow to hear the birds sing.

There will be plenty of time to sleep when i die, plenty of time to rest,

But for now I'm awake because everyone knows sleep is the cousin of Death.

Driving in the fog reminds me of my Future because it hard to see into the distance. And me being so impatient I rush ahead to try to get to my destination quickly. Although by doing this I'll get there faster it runs a higher risk of me endangering myself. But if i go to slow I feel I will give up on reaching my destination and settle for something along the way. And with the fog I can never see what is coming. Sometimes it is something exciting and sometimes somthing scary. It's a long ride and can be boring at times. I just wish I had someone special to sit in my passgener seat to keep me on my course