Back Again...
Well, it's been about a month since I have last appeared here on LiveJournal. I just don't have the time to showcase my life on two different sites. I use MySpace for practically everything but I hope that is soon going to end. I am just growing tired of using it, and plus they lower the quality of my recordings, which isn't cool at all!
Katy and I are still going very strong, which makes me more than happy. I wish Kyle were here, because then I would never have to leave Cuba. Everything would be right there waiting for me, just like the good ol' days. I have come to the conclusion that we call them "good ol' days" because we know they aren't soon to return. We can dream though...In a perfect world, he would be back here with Janna, Katy and I would have a nice house with a big yard and a white picket fence, and there would be nothing but time. But that's not the way that things work in real life, we have to deal with the changes that occur whether we like them or not.
I still write music, but I don't really write as much as I should. Musicians pen songs that chronicle their lives as sort of a reminder of what their emotions were at a given time. These days, I have one real emotion, and that is my happiness. I have found that the majority of my happiness isn't within an instrument or even in the ink I spill onto paper. It's with the person that I love, and the things that we do, that make me ecstatic. I have never felt this way about anyone or anything ever before. This is what it means to be happy. This is what it means to be in love.
Katy and I are still going very strong, which makes me more than happy. I wish Kyle were here, because then I would never have to leave Cuba. Everything would be right there waiting for me, just like the good ol' days. I have come to the conclusion that we call them "good ol' days" because we know they aren't soon to return. We can dream though...In a perfect world, he would be back here with Janna, Katy and I would have a nice house with a big yard and a white picket fence, and there would be nothing but time. But that's not the way that things work in real life, we have to deal with the changes that occur whether we like them or not.
I still write music, but I don't really write as much as I should. Musicians pen songs that chronicle their lives as sort of a reminder of what their emotions were at a given time. These days, I have one real emotion, and that is my happiness. I have found that the majority of my happiness isn't within an instrument or even in the ink I spill onto paper. It's with the person that I love, and the things that we do, that make me ecstatic. I have never felt this way about anyone or anything ever before. This is what it means to be happy. This is what it means to be in love.