I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes

The stone has been thrown
Into the water,
The ripples float
Out in tiny circles and waves

In the center
Your Pain
And in each
New circles the
Pain of all of us
That cares
And loves you.

In each new beginning and
Ending you will take the
Goodness of it...
Leaving behind the rest

Well back to the grind again. It's the end of the semester and everything is starting to wind up. I'm starting to realize how much I'm really going to miss my friends here. Don't get me wrong...I'm soooo excited to see my friends from home. It's just tough to think that I'm going to have to spend a whole month without the people that have gotten ( Read more... )

Sitting down to write a song ( Read more... )

I was thinking about it the other day and had the realization that I only have five actual days of class left this semester. Weird huh? It never fails...at the end of the semester everyone feels drained, emotional, and stressed out. You also start to notice that people are throwing around a certain four letter word more often...HOME ( Read more... )

Hooray for procrastination! Not really. I can’t afford to do that right now. Lots of stress, lots of drama, and yes, life can be scary and unpredictable. But despite all of that not-so-good stuff, life is made up of certain little things that can bring a smile to your face ( Read more... )

So here we are again...just about a week left until Thanksgiving break and I feel like I'm getting sick. Isn't that lovely? I was hoping that I would make it through this part of the year without incident but there's a possibility that might not work out. It's nothing major yet but I'm beginning to get that achy something is not quite right with ( Read more... )

Well that was interesting...

I know I said that I was going to do a little bit of work each day in the hopes that I wouldn't get stressed ( Read more... )

I am thinking it's a sign
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate
that God himself did make
us into corresponding shapes
like puzzle pieces from the clay

You know I'm always here.