My first year of college has ended. I'm deliciously plumped from over-indulging valentine's chocolate and have yet to reverse its ill changes. I now drink coffee by the week and not by the day. Matters of which concern boys have remained steady as I'm still with Logan Jones. My fear of dorm bathrooms has apparated. I can now properly sit in full- ( Read more... )

I suppose I should write. I haven't done so in quite some time. The coming of a new year also makes writing a post more acceptable ( Read more... )

Painter of truth ( Read more... )

I think I finally got off the baby swing. For the first time I feel I'm ready to start crawling. I don't even know how to explain it. I feel I actually know what I want. My life is starting to make sense. I can feel my toes sliding against the sand. One day I'll walk. One day I'll stand. When I can balance on my own two feet, I'll hold you close to ( Read more... )

If you weren't there I'd be lost. Thanks for the cookies and cha cha lessons mimi.

It's the only thing I feel I know well. It's the only thing I can run to when I'm sad or joyful. I need it. My body constantly yearns it, like a horrible addiction ( Read more... )

I know I haven't posted in a while, but I thought it would be good to document my latest experiences at Stetson University. I guess there isn't a more concise way of putting this, but basically college was nothing like I thought it would be. I was ready for this experience that would throw me to the moon. I wanted to believe I was submerging myself ( Read more... )

A Shadowed room ( Read more... )

Racing on the silky grass
skipping six-eight
loving innocent minds
children with grace

then one two three
four five six

No innocence now
our wandering hands
our provocative minds
yearning for love

Or possibly lust

-Benjamin Robles

My mother tells me ( Read more... )