vulnerable

I say too much. I need to guard my heart. Not lay it on a platter for the whole world to see.

cartwheels

this is when i want it most

...

i feel stupid.

beautiful

I love being up till early in the morning warm in my bed listening to beautiful acoustic music. I feel like I'm in my own little world. I love how music can make you feel such strong emotions.

I'm happy today. I'm in a good place.

Or maybe it's just the music talking.

fairytale

You want it all, dear

A life of fairy tales

You had it all, dear

I can't give you anymore

But I know what you need me to say

a girl

She puts one foot in front of the other. Making sure her right heel touches her left toe. Her hands reach out on either side. This doesn't help her much, but she sees other people often do this, so she follows accordingly without second thought. Left, Right, Left, Right, Le...she stumbles. She teeters from side to side until she is able to regain her center. She wonders how long it will be until she finally falls. She has been walking for days now. Walking on the ledge, one foot after the other. Occasionally she will pause and strain to see what lies beneath her, what waits for her, but it is so hard to see. She wonders which way she will fall. She wonders if it even matters, if it will even make a difference. She dances.

lucky

I am lucky !

let's see how long my luck can last .

weird

Isn't it weird how someone can be such a big part of your life, and then, as time goes by, have nothing to do with it? There are those people who used to define me. I used to always know what they were up to, what they were thinking, what they were feeling. And now, I don't know anything about their life. It's not that I necessarily miss these people. It's more like I miss the memories with them, and how they made me feel. Like an innocence. The past always seems more glorious from the present eh? And now it's like, are they the same person you knew? Are you the same person that you were when you were with them? Was knowing that person crucial in who you are today?

Isn't it funny how we all move on, how life moves on. Or not so funny, but weird.