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i hate the spaces between knowing what you want to do and actually doing it. they kill the soul.
i am thinking of going back to school, part time starting in the winter. not for a degree, just some history and art classes...things i lvoe to learn more about every day.
art is bascially keeping me sane these days. i get lost in it.
and her eyes. her voice. her laugh.
not even being part of her, she makes me see things in life will be okay.
We only suffer trough hell, in hopes of heaven.
so what happens if we never find it...
we keep walking on bloodied feet
because giving up never was an option.
i love life right now, but nothing can ever be perfect.
i am thinking of going back to school, part time starting in the winter. not for a degree, just some history and art classes...things i lvoe to learn more about every day.
art is bascially keeping me sane these days. i get lost in it.
and her eyes. her voice. her laugh.
not even being part of her, she makes me see things in life will be okay.
We only suffer trough hell, in hopes of heaven.
so what happens if we never find it...
we keep walking on bloodied feet
because giving up never was an option.
i love life right now, but nothing can ever be perfect.