Respect that dirt, we all go back to it someday

I found this in a document folder the other day, thought it was interesting and worth posting. Dated january so i guess i wrote it after my grandma passed ( Read more... )

If I was a drinker, I'd raise one.

Here's to tying up loose ends and counting your blessings.

Tears from the moon, fall down like rain.
I reach for you.
I reach in vain.

God took her away, and with her, took a part of me.

There is no wall strong enough to stop what I feel for you.

When I was little she told me not to cry when she died.
And I'll do my best grandma, but I can't make any promises I'm afraid.

Im sick of writing entries. I'm stuck in a cycle. I can't even remember how long I've been in it.
Well they say the first step is realizing the problem. Too bad ive been stuck on that step forever too.
Probably has something to do with the fact that I live in the past.

The damage is done so I guess i'll be leaving.

So I thought it was time for a good honest update ( Read more... )