As the roses dip their heads further to the ground, there’s a season change & all the pink and whites have turned to brown.

Ah, fall is here and the scent of winter is just around the corner.These are the Seasons that warm my heart.

Finally balanced.

In a couple of hours I will be 19, at the beginning of this year, I thought this 2009 would be the worst. I struggled, there's no doubt there. But even through all those hard times when the world seemed to be on my back, I still had faith, hope, and Charity [love]. I grew up a whole lot this year. I grew closer to God, He was my main man. Still is. I lost that for a while, But I got my priorities straight. It really is true, put God first and everything else will fall into place, and vice versa! Thanks be to God.. without Him I know I wouldn't be here today. He turned my year around, I've never been happier. I have my days, but don't we all? I thank God for allowing me to have amazing people in my life to help me along the way, and I give him all the glory for all He's done for me. For my family. I don't deserve one bit of it, but even still, He loves me, believes in me, and continues to provide.I feel like poetry but I don't feel like words.I feel not like a poet, but like a poem myself. The weirdness of my hair and the way my makeup looks at the end of the day are all just lines, and the way I feel is the ease of a smoothly-writing pen against thirsty, happy paper.I feel like I'm beginning a whole new life. I'm finally where I want to be. The real world.I know it won't be easy, but I'm so ready for this new page. New chapter. I’m barely making any sense, but poetry has no rules.

& that's what makes it so beautiful.

Life is still good.

I am still happy. I can still write. I can still walk. I can still laugh. I can still be productive.

I had a a wonderful day today. And then I got home, got attacked, went through the motions. I was frustrated and on edge; sometimes I feel like anywhere else but here will be better. Writer’s block and an inability to focus soon consumed me. Sigh. Then I talked to Mister, he made me laugh. Then I started to calm down.. thanks to him and soothing music, I felt a whole lot better..

Ah, amazing how music can influence your mood so much. I love music.

Life is still good, and it will continue to be so. Because when the going gets tough, I’ll have my words. I’ll have my Mister. I'll have Chuck. I’ll have music. And most of all, I'll always have my God.

It’s so much easier to be happy when you have things like this to keep you smiling.

You make everything better without even doing anything in particular. Thank you. :]

A wave of amazing.

I feel like a wave of amazing is washing over my life. I fly in water and swim in air, life is nonsense but I don’t care.

My music is loud. The lights are off. I’m spinning in my chair and laughing at nothing in particular. I look stupid? So what. I don’t care. I’m happy, and you’re jealous.

Newport Beach, here I come!

Morning Moo

My lovely sister was so kind this morning, she went to the store and actually bought me something!
It made me feel better.


Thank you, My Dear Sister!

FACT.

The fact that I believe in God, isn't as awesome as the fact that
He believes in me.

sick.

Word vomit. Just throw words on paper and screens like abstract art, or like you’re on a winding road, and the twisting is so extreme you just hurl.

Except you hurl words. The twisting road is, predictably and all too cliche, life. Ah, life will jerk and spin you around like crazy, and there’s a trick to keeping steady. You can distract yourself with other things just like you can sleep or take motion sickness pills to distract yourself from the twisting.

Or you can get sick. Let it be. You can let go of it all just like you can let go of your words. Throw them away. Throw them out. Let them free. It’s a release. You feel a nausea building within you, and releasing it is sweet freedom.

Life will make you sick. Once you throw up, you'll feel much better. I promise.

Just a few more days and I'll be healed.

Tick tock

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love.

One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. Love was the only one who stayed.

Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you?” Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, “Vanity, please help me.” “I can’t help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, “Sadness, let me go with you.” “Oh…Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself”.

Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way.

Love, realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who helped me?”

“It was Time,” Knowledge answered. “Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?”

Knowledge smiled with deep Wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is.”


Agreed.
Just thought I'd share with you all. :D

The sun will marry the moon.

I am amazed at how little I blog now. I should have so much to say, but I seem to be living in my head… and when I want to say something I just say it with my voice or with a pen and actual paper.

This keyboard’s been dead under my fingers for a while now, and I can’t decide if I like that or not.

I'll be back soon, I just know so. Good day to all.

Time to bake!^O^

Hmm,

I sit here thinking. So much to write, yet the words won't come out. Or they don't come out how I'd want them to. Maybe they just shouldn't come out. Oh but they should. I just need sleep, is all.
My mind throbbing due to sickness, and I can't really see anything out of my right eye,
except a blur.
I hope it heals fast. I hope I heal fast.


I shall return later when I can think straight. Until then I'll go lie in bed and stare at my ceiling, only to hope to fall into a deep sleep. Yes, that would be nice.

Goodnight Bloggers.