Post drama [i wish].

I strongly dislike being the middle person.

I wish peeps would talk face-to-face.

I hear both sides and want to help

but it's all around me.

I'm interwoven to the very subject and I can't wriggle free without injury.

But hear this:

If you talk and never listen

you are alone

and you won't grow a bit.

We need to strive to listen

to understand

to give one another a chance before mounting an argument to prove a point.

This world is bigger than all of this. We are miniscule.

Just lay down your insecurities and love one another.

Sometimes it seems that

but then you realize you wouldn't even have the energy or will to do that.

That is when you know you are down.

The nights are long and dreary

but they fly by in a flash

so I feel no rest.

I awake to rain on my window and a darkened sky.

It never slows but I must ramble on.

Forever on in this life that is so beautiful

and within it so many meaningless things that I cling to.

I want air.

Be satisfied.

Be SATISFIED!

But I shan't.

"save me from the dark."

No more winter, I beg You.

I was craving

a nice, long car ride the other day-

then I realized, the service trip is coming up!

I will be traveling to 3 major US cities over Spring break to provide several locations with worship music and service.

This all happens in a week, ya'll!

This means there will be good chunks of time where I'll have to sit tight in a massive van full of people and I'll have time to just...stare out the window.

(This probably sounds wicked boring, but stay tuned).

I grew up riding the bus to school, and I was one of the earlier kids to get on the bus and later kids to get off the bus.

I had so much time to dream up lovely thoughts and think through any difficulty life presented.

To this day:

I like to think.

I like to ponder, to contemplate.
I like to dream, daydream.

I can keep myself amused for hours without entertainment.

Hence my love of long car rides.

If not for the thoughtfulness, I can at least crank some Ke$ha and feel like a million bucks.

Tah :)

Where am I?

What do I want?

What should I do?

What is best?

Where are my words and the thoughts behind them?

.questions of the day.

I'm not a super girly person

but I do enjoy taking care of my nails.

They feel so good after being buffed and filed...

and picking out a polish color is a treat :)

My nails grow pretty fast, but I haven't grown them out in awhile due to playing guitar.

I shall miss their length.

Today, I'm going with a clear coat-

..I enjoy the natural purpleish color my nails become when I'm chilly.

Cheers!

I feel the struggle.

As much as I can understand, I wrestle with too.

I fall apart and hold it together too.

I empathize, I strategize

only to realize-

this isn't my fight.

I want to help

but we'll see what that means.

But I'm here for you, I am...

I'm at a loss for words.