I Dreamed a Dream in Time Gone By

I once said my aspirations span wider than any map you'll ever read, and I suppose that's still true. I aspire to be a teacher, a leader, a writer, and a hero, but those things aren't part of my story yet. This book of life that belongs to me is a long one and I'd like to say I've written it well, but I'm not so sure I have. No matter though. This chapter of adolescents is closing and I'm okay with that, but I'm closing this blog a long with it. I've let it go and haven't been writing anyways, which is why I'm sure seeing this post at all with be surprising to some and a jog of memory that this blog even exists to others. The next chapter in my life? College. And another blog. But for now, I will sit back, enjoy senior year, and hold on to God as my #1 amidst all of the stressors in my life.

Thanks for reading, and thank you to those who have sent me endless emails over these past 2 years. They've been good.

In Memory Of What We Used To Call In Love

And I said I wouldn't leave and the promise was loud but the walls are prodding at my heels and propelling me on. I've lost my voice in this mess but It didn't matter, with each coming day brought a muting of laughter. I wasn't loud enough, you say, I don't care at all, but it's lies. I cared too much. Each step brings more scratch to my throats and more dryness to my tongue, and suddenly without realization I'm gone. I won't look back until I hear you screaming my name, I need you in pain to know you care. So chase me, I dare you. Ask me and I'll come back.

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The Sun Comes Up, The Moon Rolls Down

It's blogging season again. The time of year that I drink too much coffee, stay up til 4 a.m, and write. This past week I was at my cabin, and there was so much to do that it was almost overwhelming, yet somehow it was the most relaxing trip I've ever been on in my life. There's something about being so close to the water, breathing fresh air day after day, that simply puts the human mind at ease. The whole time I was there, however, I kept thinking I had no idea what I was doing not writing down the beautiful thoughts I was having. I mean there I was sitting on my bed every night dreaming up poems, song lyrics, short stories, inspirational quotes and I wasn't writing them down?! I didn't even take a notebook with me. But then I realized it's okay, because I have a whole summer, and a sharp brain ready to get this blog going again. So, if you've missed me, I'm back, if you haven't...well, what are you doing here?

And I'll just leave this picture here, I've really missed these.

Collecting Your Jar Of Hearts

There are those sleepless nights where I toss and turn and wonder if my life will ever be stable. There are days when my brain is racketed with ten tons of utterly terrifying thoughts about the future, and I can feel failure dripping down my neck like sweat. There are moments when I stop for a second and suddenly don't remember what isn't real compared to what is and I can't tell the difference anymore.