You lay awake in the night just staring at the ceiling above you
In your heart, memories of him play over and over, like a broken record
The death of what you had, of the love you once knew is hard to accept
Because you know everything that happened is exclusively your doing.
To die in one life is to be born in another
Monday, June 27, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Sidewalk
Today I had a moment of total unadulterated joy. I had just left a store about a block away from my car, and was walking back to it, when I thought `I don`t want to wear shoes right now. It`s a beautiful day, a gentle breeze and blue skies, I think I want to be barefoot`. So, I promptly kicked off my shoes and whistled a little tune to myself while the wind blew at my back, buffeting my hair about my face. My short walk was little more than a minute long, but it was a truly wonderful minute. It wasn`t just that it felt liberating physically to let my feet be free, but also that I simply didn`t have to care about anybody or anything around me. It was just me and a gleeful whistle.
I think I`m going to spend more time barefoot
Summer
Hey, guess what?
I'm finished high school!
And now, I have a long summer ahead of me before beginning my life in university in the Fall, so, I'm totally ready for everything this sumer has to offer. From now until September I'm going to try to do a post every day, just update the world on my best summer ever.
And for now, I'm off to bed, ready to take on the world
Forever sixteen, forever summer
And guess what?
You and I are gonna live forever
I'm finished high school!
And now, I have a long summer ahead of me before beginning my life in university in the Fall, so, I'm totally ready for everything this sumer has to offer. From now until September I'm going to try to do a post every day, just update the world on my best summer ever.
And for now, I'm off to bed, ready to take on the world
Forever sixteen, forever summer
And guess what?
You and I are gonna live forever
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
I'm back
I am a writer at heart. I form letters into words into phrases into sentences into paragraphs into pages into stories.
However, a writer as I may be, my time for writing and inspiration has been sparse, to say the least. At the moment, my life is going through what might be called by some a "crazy patch". I still have ideas, I still have drive, but right now, I don't know how to get them all out.
This summer is rapidly approaching, however, and I'm getting back to the way this blog started: A post a day. After I get out of classes on the 23rd of June, every day until the first week of September, I'm going to make a post. Sometimes small little updates, sometimes emotional rants, or maybe a poem or a story. Whatever. All I want to say is, I'm not dead, and I'm not giving up on what I care about
Until the 24th- See you guys soon
However, a writer as I may be, my time for writing and inspiration has been sparse, to say the least. At the moment, my life is going through what might be called by some a "crazy patch". I still have ideas, I still have drive, but right now, I don't know how to get them all out.
This summer is rapidly approaching, however, and I'm getting back to the way this blog started: A post a day. After I get out of classes on the 23rd of June, every day until the first week of September, I'm going to make a post. Sometimes small little updates, sometimes emotional rants, or maybe a poem or a story. Whatever. All I want to say is, I'm not dead, and I'm not giving up on what I care about
Until the 24th- See you guys soon
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