Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
stir crazy.
i'm sick of studying,
sick of no surprises,
sick of being sleep-deprived
sick of my hair & body
(i've turned into such a girl - when the HELL did this happen?)
...sick of always waiting for things to happen.
blahhhhhhhhhh.
sick of no surprises,
sick of being sleep-deprived
sick of my hair & body
(i've turned into such a girl - when the HELL did this happen?)
...sick of always waiting for things to happen.
blahhhhhhhhhh.
break down the walls.
when i was a kid,
one of my favourite tv shows was
in search of...
it was narrated by leonard nemoy:
each episode was about the hunt for some
historical phenomenon or mythical creature.
i remember spending a summer
running around the woods barefoot at the lake
looking for bigfoot.
today i'm still 'in search of' many things,
only those things that i seek have changed greatly.
i'm seeking:
- COMFORT
- purpose
- fulfillment
- truth
- love
- acceptance
i also hope to rediscover & unearth
some qualities within myself
that used to exist,
but have been stomped into what i hope
is only a temporary submission.
i don't regret the things that i've done,
& i'm not sorry
for loving the ones that i've loved.
but i do wish that i could buck up...
& instead of hiding the scars that have been left behind,
instead of maintaining the fortress
i've so delicately built around my heart...
that i could just break down the walls
& put myself out there again.
one of my favourite tv shows was
in search of...
it was narrated by leonard nemoy:
each episode was about the hunt for somehistorical phenomenon or mythical creature.
i remember spending a summer
running around the woods barefoot at the lake
looking for bigfoot.
today i'm still 'in search of' many things,
only those things that i seek have changed greatly.
i'm seeking:
- COMFORT
- purpose
- fulfillment
- truth
- love
- acceptance
i also hope to rediscover & unearth
some qualities within myself
that used to exist,
but have been stomped into what i hope
is only a temporary submission.
i don't regret the things that i've done,
& i'm not sorry
for loving the ones that i've loved.
but i do wish that i could buck up...& instead of hiding the scars that have been left behind,
instead of maintaining the fortress
i've so delicately built around my heart...
that i could just break down the walls
& put myself out there again.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
c.
"The best way out is always through."
- Robert Frost
sometimes reality needs to smack you in the faceso that you can learn to suck it up & carry on...
when someone you love is diagnosed with the big c,
you can't help but discover
& hold onto
some kind of new-found
appreciation for life...
but at the very same time,
you find yourself feeling
a whole new kind of sad;
a sad that
no words could ever begin
to scrape the surface of.
its your worst nightmare realized,
with an entirely new definition
that no amount of vocabulary in the world
could ever muster.
there are times that i wish i believed
in a higher power,
so that at least then perhaps the idea of death wouldn't seem
like nothing more than an abrupt ending
to some stunning yet incomplete novel that could have been
more well-written.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
an entry to erase later.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
equation.
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