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| I'm holding on to
God. That's what I'm suppose to be doing, but i'm not doing it quite right.
Apparently.
I'm on the edge of 18 and ABSOLUTELY CLUELESS about who I am or who I want to be. On second thought maybe I shouldn't have scratched that out. I THINK I knw who I want to be but when it comes to it, I really don't. It sounds so cliche and normal-oh its a phase but this time I think it's been forever. I think I've not known my whole life who I really am and that's a scary thought.
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| Its 2.12am and I still have a whole article to dissect. And then the event stuff too. But, I just want to be here any way.
Heart ache, in me. Heart break, around me.
A hand holds, a word heals.
I don't know I don't know I don't knowww. I really don't. All I know, is that I don't know. I must be doing at least one tiny minute thing right, because I haven't run myself into the ground just yet.
Cheer up, lift a chin, wipe a tear.
Hold on-we'll all be okay.
You especially, dear friend.
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| I carefully lift lids of worn out metal and dusty plastic container tops. All these little things- each one a treasure, each one taking up its position in neat rows in a heart. Lift them into the sunlight and see dust circling their feet and fallingto the ground. Clean it-one quick brush across the finger tips, then shuffle it into the brown paper bag, next to a dozen more little items. All to bring, a little piece of home across the ocean. | | |
| I've had it wrong this whole time.
It's not about what I can gain from my own life, but what others can gain from mine.
One foot onto the path of Joy.
Hohum (:
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| CAUSE OF DEATH: INCOMPETENCE.
HAH.
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