Things feel like they're falling apart. I feel like a ripped pair of jeans that have been sewn back together so many times that all that remains is a hem. There is nothing left to pull it all back together.
I hate this feeling.
I'm trying to make sense of it all.
Trying to believe that there's a reason.
But my answers don't console
and my solutions don't equate.
I'm seeking comfort in the superficialities of life and fighting off my real issues.
I'm sick of fighting.
I want to be a child again.
I want to be in my bed on a Saturday morning.
Giddy with the prospect of life's possibilities.
Ignorant to life's cruelty and vulgar sense of humor.
I want it all to work.
It isn't.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
My 100th blog
This very special blog is dedicated to one of the most influential people of my lifetime.
This evening, Steve Jobs lost his battle with pancreatic cancer.
He changed the world and made technology fun.
He reminded us all to never stop learning.
"You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life"
~Steve Jobs in 2005
Friday, September 30, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Thank You
Today I let you go
After months of arguing, making up, bickering, and lusting I closed the book on one of the great loves of my life so far.
You saw me for who I was.
You saw that beneath my outgoing and strong exterior there was a scared, fragile little girl, deprived of confidence and in desperate need of love.
You showed me that after years of feeling inadequate and "less than" that I was indeed a strong person, deserving of something more.
I'll never forget your sad eyes, gentle hands, and ridiculous saunter.
...Your quiet confidence encapsulated within a shy, reclusive shell.
Every day with you was a gift
and every fight was a lesson
and for that, I have you say
Thank you.
After months of arguing, making up, bickering, and lusting I closed the book on one of the great loves of my life so far.
Today my eyes overflowed with the frustration of failure
Today the adhesive that bonded you to my heart finally gave way...
You saw me for who I was.
You saw that beneath my outgoing and strong exterior there was a scared, fragile little girl, deprived of confidence and in desperate need of love.
You made me feel beautiful, and comfortable in my own skin.
You taught me that it was all right to be different and march to the beat of my own drum.
You showed me that after years of feeling inadequate and "less than" that I was indeed a strong person, deserving of something more.
I'll never forget your sad eyes, gentle hands, and ridiculous saunter.
...Your quiet confidence encapsulated within a shy, reclusive shell.
Every day with you was a gift
and every fight was a lesson
and for that, I have you say
Thank you.
Monday, September 26, 2011
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