In about a month I will be turning 27, and I do not know how I feel about that yet ( Read more... )

Strange dreams have become a common occurrence ( Read more... )

It's the warm air.

It's the long days of sun.

It's the hot, heat.

It's the cool nights.

Memories, memories, memories.

Girls. Curves. Love.

The good ones are all I feel tonight.

Anxious to make more.

The skies are blue, and the sun is warm ( Read more... )

The sun is becoming brighter, and warmer ( Read more... )

This year marks the tenth year that I have had this journal ( Read more... )

Alone.

In spirit, and in soul.

Sleeping alone has gotten old.

Broken hearts have become the norm.

Nothing has changed, and nothing ever will.

No love to give, no love to accept.

All I have is anger and angst.

Nothing looks pleasing, and nothing feels good anymore.

Just waiting for life to end.

For some dumb reason, I felt the urge to read old words written.

Like what I wrote would be so clever.
My insights from then would possibly help me now.

Not like, words from the last few months.

But I went back far, to other years.

Other people ( Read more... )

Man, another year simply vanished at an astonishing rate ( Read more... )

Time to travel again.

Don't care if I don't have the money, or shouldn't spend it.

Planning nearly a year in advance should be fine.

Belgium, Germany, possibly Poland, Austria, Prague.

Time for an adventure.

Time for risk.

Time for the unknown.....