Blink

Time. Its leaving. Flying by so fast. Taking no time to consider that maybe, maybe, I don't want it to move. What if I wanted to stay nine years old? Or ten? Or glorious thirteen? But no, it laughs as it flys, whisking away the happy times and sad times alike, leaving me with only memories. Now, I feel as if I'm standing on the edge of an endless, unfathomable void. What lies ahead is unknown. What lies behind is dust. The present is like a rug pulled from under my feet, yanked away faster then thought, dropping me into that unfathomable void of the unknown future.

Running round in circles

Running round in circles
Just to find out who he is.
He's not easy to read.
Not easy to understand.

My dad wrote that and put it in a song of his. I think it has a deep truth in it, for all of us, wether you are a he or a a she.

Thats What the Promise is For

When a man and a woman get married, they make a promise. They promise to love and care for each other, no matter what, till death do part. The only reason to part before death is if one is being abused. Not because you just don't "click" anymore. Not because you just can't get along. Choose you partner carefully, beacuse your stuck for life.

Words

Words, beautiful words! Opulence. Eccentric. Melancholy. Aloof.  Margarine. Deluxe. Transcontinental. Extraterrestrial. Granular. Gleeful. Sporadic. Driven. Overhead. Underhand. Morose. Exhilarated. Discontinued. Abhorred. Paradox. Modular. Trifling. Nomadic. Vulture. Mediterranean. Lovely words that roll out of you throat, off of your tongue, and stand there for a second before fading off into the air. Who can grasp the meaning hidden in these sounds? They are the music we make everyday.

Flee

Nobody.

I am
absolutely
alone.
I
miss
last March.

Fight-or-flight?

However it happens

Life is full of
twists
turns
upside downs.
It will turn out,
I suppose,
However it happens,
It will be
either a black sky with white dots
or a white sky with black dots.
However you
choose to veiw it.
Life is a mystery
our minds cannot
comprehend on their own.

SometimesitspeedsbysofastandwedontknowwherewearegoingorwhybutweknowwehavetogetthereNOW.

And

Sometimes

It is

Beautiful

And

Slow.

But most often we just plod along, trying to get to such a VERY important place for such a VERY important reason. I can never remember why I need to do this..... But I suppose I will do it anyway.

Sometimes
It is good to just
slow down
and

STOP