Its Christmas Time Once Again.
Its been a long time since I've posted in here. Where to begin?
Car accidents aren't fun, especially if you only have liability for insurance and can't afford to finance a newer car then the piece of junk given to you.
I changed my major from Psych to Secondary Education in English. I just hope I made the right decision.
I will never make more then minimum wage at my job. I must find something else.
I don't know what I want to do with my life, where I'm going, what I want to do and how to achieve it.
And yet, finals are done and I think I did good. The christmas tree is exploding with presents and everyone is in a happy mood. In the midst of my identity crisis, a warm smile crosses my face. No matter what happens, where I go or what I do, there will always be people who love me. I have had many experiences that I cherish. There are many things I miss, yet Christmas reminds us all that the here and now is what is important, not yesterday or tomorrow.
Brennan has a boyfriend now who makes him happy. As much as I wish that person could be me, I am truly happy that he has found someone. Sure, I am better off that I am not with Brennan, but I still care about him. I'd like to be friends with him, but I must make new friends and new experiences. I must be open to someone and something new.
and also...
I must not stop writing.
Rooted
I have eaten the forbidden fruit,
from the tree of Knowledge.
It did not grow in a garden of paradise,
but instead, in a forgotten glen.
I walked the overgrown path,
following the glow of red flame.
I picked the forbidden fruit,
and bit into its crisp skin.
The sweetness of wine,
flowed down in my dry throat.
Filling me inside, my head bagan to spin.
All that exhisted swirled from sight.
The emptiness inside swelled,
and began to weigh me down.
Roots sprung from my feet,
and trapped me in darkest night.
There has been no full moon insight,
nor the comfort of love's soft caress,
there is only the memory of glowing red flame,
and the death of passion's delight.
I do not know where I am,
nor how to leave this place.
There is only the hope,
that someday,
daylight will return.
Car accidents aren't fun, especially if you only have liability for insurance and can't afford to finance a newer car then the piece of junk given to you.
I changed my major from Psych to Secondary Education in English. I just hope I made the right decision.
I will never make more then minimum wage at my job. I must find something else.
I don't know what I want to do with my life, where I'm going, what I want to do and how to achieve it.
And yet, finals are done and I think I did good. The christmas tree is exploding with presents and everyone is in a happy mood. In the midst of my identity crisis, a warm smile crosses my face. No matter what happens, where I go or what I do, there will always be people who love me. I have had many experiences that I cherish. There are many things I miss, yet Christmas reminds us all that the here and now is what is important, not yesterday or tomorrow.
Brennan has a boyfriend now who makes him happy. As much as I wish that person could be me, I am truly happy that he has found someone. Sure, I am better off that I am not with Brennan, but I still care about him. I'd like to be friends with him, but I must make new friends and new experiences. I must be open to someone and something new.
and also...
I must not stop writing.
Rooted
I have eaten the forbidden fruit,
from the tree of Knowledge.
It did not grow in a garden of paradise,
but instead, in a forgotten glen.
I walked the overgrown path,
following the glow of red flame.
I picked the forbidden fruit,
and bit into its crisp skin.
The sweetness of wine,
flowed down in my dry throat.
Filling me inside, my head bagan to spin.
All that exhisted swirled from sight.
The emptiness inside swelled,
and began to weigh me down.
Roots sprung from my feet,
and trapped me in darkest night.
There has been no full moon insight,
nor the comfort of love's soft caress,
there is only the memory of glowing red flame,
and the death of passion's delight.
I do not know where I am,
nor how to leave this place.
There is only the hope,
that someday,
daylight will return.