Flying away into the cold a piece of my soul flies away, away to you.
Each moment you say something to me a piece of my soul finds you.
Every touch every glance a piece of my soul is with you. You may never know you may never care,
but pieces of my soul will always be with you. I will never say what I need to say, but if you hear this song my soul is with you. Falling away away from me, but i know I'll always be with you. A piece of me will never be complete, for you took a piece of me with you. When it goes away I feel a little tear. Taking part of me into the thin air. One thing you should know is that with each little tear I begin to feel. Numbness goes away. A fire comes to light. Every little tear is making me all right. Somehow being shred apart is giving me a start. Something new is ahead. You are far behind. Taking pieces of my soul will be your only sight. I will be long gone into my new life. Those lost pieces of my soul will be found again in time.

New habits

This past month has been a whirlwind. I found it very challenging to find time for myself. Last night I decided that my life was not in turmoil because of a hectic schedule, but because of time management. I decided it was time to put my life in order. I found a planner and wrote down everything that needed done for the next month. Notice I wrote down what needed to be done not what I wanted to do. In the end I know it will be more rewarding to have accomplished what was necessary and not the other things that distract us from what is important. I know you cannot plan out your life, but I felt an amazing burden lifted because of this new organization habit. I hope to keep it up until it becomes an ordinary habit. Writing at least one blog post a day is one thing I have added to my agenda. This habit of organization will hopefully continue throughout the year.

Time

When the good old days become distant memories and the hopeful future becomes the present. When the generation ahead of you has gone away and those behind you start creeping up. Time moves by like the wind, you feel it passing but never see it go. You know something in the air has changed or moved but can't quite put your finger on it. Time is quick and powerful. Time is slow and gentle. The wind can move us. We can sometimes make wind move. Time is a concept that cannot be understood. It takes its form in the mind. Time differs according to each person. Time for me is slow during the day and fast at night. It is powerful in a race. It is mighty when with loved ones. Time is gentle when spent alone. It is soft when I am sleeping. Time depends on my attitude. I depend on time for my attitude. Time is an exact moment or a vague estimate. I truly believe that while time is important, it does not matter what the time is when you are laughing, praying, helping, caring, or loving. Time can not interfere with life. The best memories are not remembered by the time but by the moment. What is time for you?

Nothingness

Why do I sit and stare thinking, thinking thoughts of nothing?
Is it because I am empty of thoughts or do my thoughts mean nothing?
I think my thoughts mean something and I know my head is not empty.
So why do I sit staring, staring into the darkness?

The void of despair, I do not think is why my thoughts take root.
I might not ever discover the origin of my contemplation.
I believe I can say for certain that they do not come from hatred,
Yet I also know they are not of pure joy or love for any creation.

I set my plight before you, wondering if you could know.
If my head is not empty and my thoughts have some meaning,
Why do I sit and stare thinking, thinking thoughts of nothing?
Until I find the answer, here I continue to ponder thinking into night.

The Right Path?

How do you know when something is right for you? When someone tells you it is impossible you automatically want to prove them wrong. But what if what they say you can't do isn't what you really want to do. So if you don't do it they are right, but if you do it you aren't happy. So my predicament is that I am unsure if this career path is right for me. But if I don't follow through people will say I gave up. I don't think I'll ever be completely sure of what I want to do for the rest of my life. But I do know that I want to do it for me. I don't want to map out my future because of someone else's snide comments. No one's future should be decided by someone else. Follow the path marked out for you. It may take some time to find it but it will be worth it.

Home

When you fall I will catch you. Nothing can tear us apart. I will always be here for you. Just come into my arms. My love is greater than every grain of sand. This bond between us is stronger than crashing wave. With me you will prosper. Alone you cannot stand. Come into my home and place your head down to rest. Sleep child, sleep. In the morning I will wake you and we will begin again. Because no matter how many times you forget my commands. No matter how long you stand on distant lands. No matter what you do I will always hold your hand. I will always bring you back to your right and perfect path. I will never forget you. I will never give up. You are my child, my lost and desperate child. My beautiful and lovely child. Come home.

Past, present, future

A simpler time. I felt liberated. I wish to go back to that time and place. But the truth is that even if I were to be on that beach once more, it would not be the same. Sure the location would be but I would not feel that same liberation from life at home. Stress, worries, work, school, and the unknown future. I would carry my baggage with me to that island. I can not leave it there either. When I think of that place I do not only picture the island and the beauty of it all, but also my life at that point. It was simple. I was not worry free but I was a light packer. I can not go back. I can only go forward. However unfortunate those phrases are, they are positive, absolute truth. It is in the past. The present is here. I can only pray my future is better.