People

Some people are like land mines. No matter how hard you try to avoid them, you'll always run into one of them by accident. And when you do, a reaction happens. A reaction that you're not happy about, even though you try to look at it as a glass that's half full. Sometimes the glass is full of poison. A glass of poison that's half full is just as bad as a glass of poison that's half empty.

Some people are like wind. You can't see it, but you know it's there because your cheeks tell you that something is moving and you trust it. These people come and go from your life. They might pretend to care for a little while, but they're constantly moving, and the best thing you can do is let the breeze blow instead of fighting it off.

Some people are like volcanoes. Deep down inside, the heat is churning, waiting to be released. They hold it in and try not to let it show. But sooner or later, they erupt, and it destroys everything in it's path. There's no way of predicting what's to come. It just happens. And you can't ever take it personally.

Some people are like swimming pools, and some people are like swimmers. On a hot summer day, a pool full of cool water is just what you want. You jump in, and the water welcomes you. You splash around, you go under water, and you enjoy the aquatic experience. But after awhile, your fingers and toes start to prune. You get bored of the pool, and you get out. When winter comes, you forget all about the joy it gave you. These swimmers use you. But the important thing to realize is that other people will come along, and maybe they might stay long enough to get pneumonia.

Some people are like blankets. They keep you warm when you're cold. They are always there for you. No matter how bad of a day you've had, you always know that at night, you can crawl into bed and feel comfort for at least a few hours. Never let go of these blankets, and never take them for granted. Even if they seem worn down, or used, remember that they were always there for you when you needed them.

And some people are like robots. Another face in the crowd. A voice unheard. A shadow of a shadow of a shadow. They go unnoticed. And sometimes they're completely unaware that they are even alive.

Some people are just people.