Apr 29, 2009 01:57
I keep trying to say what I want to on here but it comes out all wrong and in turn, I saying nothing at all.
The number of entries I just wrote and rewrote before they met their ends with a click of the backspace.
It took a good two hours for me to realize that words and I are on a temporary break; sadly even shorter a time, two minutes tops, to erase this agreement my expression and I had come to.
Let my smile speak for me.
Things are good! The only way that they'd be any better is if I could magically see what I was going to do with/for the rest of my life from here on, and if quitting smoking will ever work into the equation.
So it goes.
My brother just had his first baby, Jumanah. (a girl.) She's broken all familial barriers, crossing my grandparents over into the realm of greats, my parents into the grands, and me myself an aunt.
Do I feel old for my age? Absolutely.
Is it a bad thing? Never.
Staring into eyes that much more sightless than my own and knowing that despite that, she sees the clearest she ever may,well, it was comparable to very little in my life.