Quiet is the mind that rests at night... when i close my eyelids and drift away into a blissful slumber. I hope that my dreams and thoughts bring peace and rest to an anxious and wandering mind.
I cannot begin to tell you or even describe what has happened the past few years, or more, that its been that i havent written one blog post. Ive had so many inklings and urges to write...its like there's a fire deep inside at the pit of my stomach, bursting to come alive and spill words onto the page. I honestly just couldnt bring myself to bring fingertips to keyboard, pencil to paper, pen to parchment and whatever else you can think of... i think you catch my drift. I have been to my own kind of hell and back and its amazing that im living and breathing as i am right now. Im in a position where i'm grateful for the life ive lived and the future i am going to encounter, but i just dont know how to begin explaining what the fuck has happened. Why am i the person i am today?
How lovely is a birds song, how tepid are the words of an ex that linger in the back of your mind,. oh how fucked up situations of a past day or life can sing and dance as a chorus in the back of your everyday thoughts and the ugly face of anger stares at you and you dont know what you did wrong.
i mean FUCK.
There is nothing more wonderful, than what it feels like to be in the presence of such beauty, wisdom and grace.
