For some reason I'm not being creative.

We never hated ourselves more, we never cared for anyone less.

The World As My Ocean....

Canonball!





Christmas is getting closer. It's one of my favorite holidays, but as it gets closer I find myself getting much more depressed. I want to enjoy it. I know I'll still be excited when I go to bed and wake up at the ass crack of dawn only to find that Santa had been there. I wish I was still a kid. Yesterday I thought about it. Legitimately thought about it.

To the dudes who kept the truth in Promises Kept...

Tucked back in the corner. That's where I lived, tucked back in the corner. Never partaking in the local extravagance. Never stepped out of the box, that white walled box that kept me prisoner. Not since Freshmen year. Not since, I felt like I lost everything. I met a man named Russ freshmen year. Opened my eyes to new ideas. To what passion of music was. To what passion for life was. I'd say he was a good friend, but he left as quickly as the seasons changed. He left as soon as he could because he couldn't live here anymore. I felt that urge. To leave. To not come back. I kept it inside. Is that what you meant when you said the fire still burns? It still burns. It still burns in me. I weaved through the crossroads as aimlessly as an animal grazes, not seeing the truth in front of me. Not seeing the world in front of me. We all age and We all die, but we are never lost. Enjoy this day, enjoy this day, let your heart be new, let your soul be free. For years I lived through my nadir. For years I lived through the lowest of times until these months when I've lived. When I've truly lived. So for those that have kept truth to promises kept, for those who have saved me from my quiet corner of solitude, to those who taught me how to live again, and to those that have stood by me, may I always stand by you, because my heart still holds true to promises kept.

Live the warmth