Love can be defined in many ways. Naturally many people may see love as one type of way of being where I see it as a multifaceted emotion. I love each person that is in my life differently. For instance, I love my mother as unconditionally as possible. I love my brother just the same yet more because he has always been so important to me ( Read more... )

Died two days ago.
Instinct tells me to let go.
There's no storm to calm.

I wish I could FAX this to everyone.

…Flowing knuckle over knuckle in a fluid motion that sometimes mesmerizes me, I space out again, millions of miles away. I love these few minutes of peace; they always seem to center me.

Coming back to myself I feel my pulse going through me like the beating drum of a favorite song. The year on it catches my eye and as I lay it upon my palm I ( Read more... )

This text is in a book that I'm currently reading and it reminds me so much of you...

If I was blind, if I'd never seen your face, I already know you well enough that you could still break my heart.

- Dark ( Read more... )

Today is my birthday!

I'm freakin' 23 now.

Hells yes, I'm getting older!

Ryan is taking me to the park to go swing today...I'm excited! And and and...apparently we're having a party for me and Jaxton (Shay's youngest kid) on Saturday and something is happening after the party that Ryan won't tell me about. No bueno. I dislike it when I don't know ( Read more... )

So I think I wrote this about a year ago and I just found it again and you know what's weird? I haven't changed a bit about what I want. How 'bout them apples.

I want to meet a compassionate someone. Someone that would cry in front of me. Someone that would kiss those tears away/let me kiss theirs away. Someone that isn't quite so oblivious to the ( Read more... )

Forgotten innocence of childhood dreams. Insinuations of my mind. Incredible urges that I can‘t un-teach.. Seems like this time, matter, place, being...wouldn’t be beyond my own reach. The thoughts of already knowing what’s soon to come. Betrayal of my spirit. Gnawing at my soul, crushing me. Realization of the nothingness that I’ll always be. ( Read more... )

I walk by this dead bird everyday on my way to work...and on my way back (obviously). I think about different things each time I walk by...normally it's more about how I wished I could be in that same exact position, open to anything, literally. It's vulnerability is already there, sprawled out on the grass where days before it breathed its last ( Read more... )

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