one last night at the lonely wheel.

-I'm the kind of person who thinks there are many forms of art, some which others would never consider art or beauty.

Yes, the snow is here, and the wind is active... I guess it's not all that bad. Winter, I don't hate you. I am on my way to loving you, actually.

Some things are getting better.

All that I'm after is a life of laughter, a life of beauty and endless possibilities. Wow, I guess as I'm writing what I want I'm starting to see that it really is reachable.
Life is so parishable; everything in it. If you think about it, nothing lasts forever but our souls, so what should be most important?

I think people who talk about their dreams are beautiful. I think the people who make others happy make themselves happy essentially.



People are so quick to see my insecurities, my weaknesses... I wish they could look past my flaws, and see the person I really am. That's partly my fault, because I guess I do have a hard time showing my true self sometimes. It's just difficult to trust people, hard to put everything out there and have the fear of them not caring.



If you're sick of worrying, of living the life you don't want...ask God for complete bliss through him. Right now. He's waiting. I promise.

lovelovelove.