There's nothing that I can plan in this life. I can't tell God when to throw the right person my way, the only thing I can do is hope that he knows what I need. I think he does, I mean that's what religion is for right? Faith? So in order for me to have faith, I must sit and wait. I try to think about how long I've been doing that. Its a while. I don't tend to think that my decisions have been mistakes, but now I might be starting to reconsider. What would have happened if I had stayed in that relationship? Would we still be together?
"Be brave." "That was a brave decision to make." "Sometimes you just have to brave through it."
I'm being told to be brave, and yet every day I grow more and more afraid. Its my time to be a big girl, and yet here I am, wanting nothing more than to rest my head on my Dad's shoulder or get a big hug from my Mommy. I am so blessed to love my parents so much and have them love me just the same. I have to be strong. I have to be here and get my degree and learn what I want to be. I have to be here to find myself.
I'm such a big baby. Whatever, I'm allowed to be whatever I want. I do what I have to do to get by.
"Man up. Put your helmet on and get back in the game." - Wise words from my Dad
Hopefully my next post here will be more optimistic. Until next time
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
How Do You Feel When Our Fingers Intertwine?
I swear, sometimes music can just take you back to a moment. A feeling, a sensation, a wish, a hope, a desire. Its like clockwork. The song plays, and I feel everything. The words don't even have to matter. The intense feeling of a piano striking the keys. The drums beating along to the pulse of your blood. There's nothing like it.
When I think of you, I see the way our fingers laced together. The way you looked at me: face to face. Eyes to eyes. Maybe I'm over romanticising it. But I could swear on what I saw in your eyes. I'm ready to start again with you. I know I can do it. Can you?
This is my problem, every life experience is a poem. I consider myself a writer, and I think that's my downfall. I'm living life like I would be writing a novel.
Sitting here writing this, I'm realizing that this is what I want, but I don't know if you feel the same way. I guess we will have to wait and see.
When I think of you, I see the way our fingers laced together. The way you looked at me: face to face. Eyes to eyes. Maybe I'm over romanticising it. But I could swear on what I saw in your eyes. I'm ready to start again with you. I know I can do it. Can you?
This is my problem, every life experience is a poem. I consider myself a writer, and I think that's my downfall. I'm living life like I would be writing a novel.
Sitting here writing this, I'm realizing that this is what I want, but I don't know if you feel the same way. I guess we will have to wait and see.
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