Postsecret.

Things were simple once.

Lately, people are so wrapped up in themselves and superfluous assignments that none of them are taking the time to stop and truly comprehend what is becoming of the world, and of us. Danger signs are flashing in every direction, and I feel like I am the only one who is noticing...or maybe I am the only one who cares.

At any rate, This year has proven to be the most hectic, but that will probably yeild taking the title of the best as well. I'm sure they go hand in hand in this case.

I really want to start painting. It seems extremely soothing, and that is exactly what I need.

Wishful Thinking

"If you can see the light at daybreak,

you don't care if you die at dusk.

It's so many people who never see the light at all."

Elizabeth is leaving tonight. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. God knows I'll miss her more than life itself, and it's going to get harder each day. But I still have the times we've shared together for the past 2 and a half years. It seems so overwhelmingly trite, but all we have are memories; it is all we know.

She is my inspiration to do well. In some senses, she has been my muse. Mostly, she has been my mentor, and I can't say that enough. I love her with everything I am capable of, and letting her go is something I don't feel I am ready for, even though she is. She is ready for life to lead her out into the horizon, and she is equiped with all of the necessities. I just wish I could say the same; I hope some day I can.

A New Perspective

Things are looking up.

I wish every day could be this serene.

Despite the fact that it is over 100 degrees outside, the sunsets of late have continued to redefine exquisite.

& I don't mind that anomaly either.

Ramblings;

So I have finally left the world of livejournal and entered into new territory. I figured I should broaden my horizons and develop a new place where my thoughts could gather and create words across the page, or to be more accurate, the computer screen.

It's nice settling in to a new home, so to speak. Every once in a while it is time for a change, and with the new school year still in its beginning stages, I decided the time was ideal.

I'll be using this "blog spot" for numerous, intricate assignments, and most of them will seem entirely random, but that is because they are in their entirety. I write what I feel, and most of the time, it only makes sense to me...



Their love knew no bounds, it seemed. People they had never even met knew of the passion that burned between them, connecting their souls by some unstoppable force, making their minds weak at the sound of one another's heartbeat. The heartbeat signaled a life for them to spend together, and everyone thought they would be the ones who made it. Everyone, that is, except for God. He had another plan for the lovers: A mapped out destination for their love to follow, only to end in pandemonium for the latter. Survival was at its utmost importance, and the frailness of their lips left parting with such an unsatisying glaze about it, it nearly killed them both. But it wasn't loss that killed the couple; it was heartache. A heartache so unfathomable that Death itself was immeasurably rueful. Fate and Death tend to maintain mutualism, but in this case, Death disagreed and Fate was at a loss. Decisions were no longer simple, and fairness ceased to exist.