hungry...

I'm like a sponge. A creative eating sponge. Ready to absorb and ready to wring myself out and soak up some more.

thoughts...

Highs and lows, ebbs and flows
Day by day, to and fro
No one knows where the path goes
But we go, we go, we go...
And suddenly we stop
Perhaps high above a mountain top
And see the world so vast,
See how time has moved so fast...
But here, in this stillness... the moment really lasts.
Isn't it exciting, just to be creating,
To even have the capability of contemplating
Dream-ship navigating
Through the course of the stars...
Everything is in reach, our hearts are never far
But it is patience. Patience.
Believing is achieving, life lessons happen for a reason..
The cycles do happen,
The changing of the seasons...
The cycles flows,
With our highs and lows,
We ebb and flow.

I'm lucky...

...To already know the meaning of Love.
...To have already experienced true Love
...To have been taught the true meaning.. and
...To be able to know the difference... and
...To have the knowledge on how to truly Love.

Saturday Night

I was lying on my bed next to my brand new snowboard wondering if it really was a suitable, logical purchase considering my funds. And then I came to an abrupt conclusion. The cure to all doubts is the knowledge that I may die at any moment. My snowboard brings me more happiness than most other things, especially in the winter. Can that really have a value? I might as well enjoy it and scrape up every morsel of happiness I can muster out of it. Regardless of the cost. Besides, I probably paid for the meal of a couple families in the process. And me, I get to have fun.

the scene

Is done. I would rather stay home then have to endure that again. Sigh. Every time I tell myself, I'll go out... it'll be fun, my girls are there, people I haven't seen in a while, whatever. And so I go. And I just remember why I rarely go out in the first place. What for? I don't like drinking anymore. I don't really like crowds. The places I go have shitty rap that I can't stand. There is no soul in these words and why am I paying to not have fun? To be fair, I do see some pretty cool cats that inspire me. And when I say pretty, they are pretty. And I can have fun sober.. in my own little mind, envisioning my own cozy home.. dancing around to another rhythm in my head.