The fascination of what’s difficult
Has dried the sap out of my veins and rent
Spontaneous joy and natural content
Out of my heart.

W.B. Yeats

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I am craving chocolate so bad right now. I scrounged up a dollar's worth of dimes in my wallet and having been wavering between walking to the vending machine or remaining self controlled and seated at my desk ( Read more... )

I was flipping through my CD case today at work, looking for something new to pop in the disc drive to listen to while working when I came across a blank CD. I imagine that when I initially put it in there, I knew what it was, but this morning I definitely couldn't remember--so I put it in. It was my wedding CD! Awwww!!! I haven't listened to it ( Read more... )

Chew on this carefully and relish every morsel. It's a stupendous insight into the act of creation through writing ( Read more... )

::Futures ( Read more... )

I was running down a dirt road by my parent's house--Meldrum for those of you who know--and I passed a small field where horses were feeding. As I crept up on them, they all stopped to stare at me--stopped chewing, stopped walking, just a dead stop. Perhaps they were wondering why I was such a slow runner ( Read more... )

The dead roses lay tied together on my bookshelf, a silent reminder of last month. The petals and leaves are dry and delicate--much too delicate for me to touch without breaking them. Instead, I leave them rather than attempting the feat of removing them. In a way, I suppose, they are much like the memories of last month. Too delicate to touch. Too ( Read more... )

I think it's been about a month since my last update...yep, definitely a month. It's funny--lately I only update when I have a million ideas bursting out of me. Outside of that, I simply don't have the time ( Read more... )

“Too sad to talk...too tired to care. Just wondering how many times the human heart can be broken? :'( And when does one stop coming back for more? Why is it the more you care, the less the ones you love care? Why does their self-destruction affect others more than them? How do I begin to be as careless as others...( It_would_hurt_so_much_less.” )