Wednesday, November 10, 2010

i am broken but i am chosen

From my world, I'm so far away
Sinking to the depths and stuck in this daze
Lost touch of the way I really feels
All for a label that I've made real

I found something I know is me
But it conflicts so much, doesn't agree
And I'm lost on the path I've chosen to take
What if it's all one big mistake?

It's another battle to fight my way through
As to the answers, I haven't a clue
But somewhere is joy and there's always hope
So through this struggle I know I'll cope

I am broken... but I am chosen
Things have changed but I'm still open
I'll never go back to what I thought was true
But we're in it together, me and You

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

u-turning for jesus

this morning, yesterday morning and the morning before were mornings spent with a tea-towel on my head and sand stuck in my toes as i pretended i was in egypt for this year's holiday club. it's been flippin fun so far, from being wrapped in toilet roll to replicate a mummy, to quick thinking activities to keep the 6 year olds occupied as they get through activities so quickly.

anyway, that's my current excitement in life as, asides from that, nothing is happening of any interest whatsoever.

2nd year of uni finished, i spent 6 weeks in thailand running around off the rails, came home and went to soul survivor, which was 5 days of being very much on the rails (despite how impossible it was) and now i'm stuck in an awkward limbo where i don't quite have that freedom to roam into any area of self destructive rebellion yet neither am i having to adhere to any particularly strict ways of living. ironically, i am desperate to go back to sheffield, not so that i can roam free but so that i can get into some self imposed boundaried ways of living before i wander so far away from the path that i fall off the edge of the cliff.

so i have 2 more mornings to spend in egypt, learning as much as the children about my helping, providing and  forgiving god. and now i am going to try and respond to that by u-turning for jesus.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

"the hardest thing to do is always the best thing to do"

a quote from casualty last night:
"the hardest thing to do is always the best thing to do"
made me think. and i think, it is probably true.

Monday, June 07, 2010

this step

how many times have i sat on this step
how many times have i sat here and wept
shivering in the cold night air
the raindrops soaking into my hair

and how many times have we sat on this step
huddled together, trying to forget
watching the stars as they shine in the sky
drunk on wine as we try to get by

and how many times have i sat on this step
when the rest of the world have gone to bed
when you join me here to make things ok
and you change me with the things that you say

and how many times have i sat on this step
the world goes by and here i'm left
behind the door i leave it all
and see the future over the wall

and how many times have i sat on this step
trying to let go of all this hurt i've kept
wishing time would fly by ten years
and i'd have forgotten all these fears

and how many times have i sat on this step
the rays of sunshine fade as the sun sets
how many times have i sat on this step?
so many times have i sat on this step.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

the most frustrating thing

everyone wants their first love story
to play like a fairy tale
together forever, just you and me
and all that young love entails

one can bring so much complication
two brings so much worse
one can mishandle life so much
that being together can be a curse

love is just the most frustrating thing
when you think you've got it all together
and another sting it brings
love is just the saddest thing
when you think it's all together
and then you lose everything

everyone wants that special person
to have as their number one
but when two lives come together
things don't always go as you want them done

love can seem designed to hurt
when it breaks your fragile heart
the symptom of humanity
that we can only love in part

love is just the most frustrating thing
when you think you've got it all together
and another sting it brings
love is just the saddest thing
when you think it's all together
and then you lose everything

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

revision city

As the world knows, my attention span resembles that of a 12 month old baby. So obviously, being that time of year again with impending exams (1 week tomorrow as I type) , some drastic measure was required to protect me from every shiny thing that came along while i was supposed to be revising (namely, facebook, my guitar and housemate banter). So, the most logical thing seemed to be to simply leave my bedroom (which only had enough floor space left for my little toe) and my housemates (who are bloody hilarious but not so contributing towards my psychology revision) and take a train to anywhere, in this case, Liverpool. And not just liverpool, but the end of liverpool where everyone owns pitbull terriers and 300 children each and where all the bins are chained to the drainpipes to avoid bin robberies by the scally kids who want to go on a bin style adventure. Nevertheless, there are fewer distractions here and enough space to walk (well, there was until we arrived). So, it has been a weekend of cram-cram-cramming.
I've got to say, you know revision is going well when;
1. the living room becomes living room, bedroom and kitchen all in one, as you lie on bed eating biscuits and typing away
2. you have bought half of tesco's biscuit and chocolate supply
3. you get so bored you amuse yourself by buying ice cream cones and ice cream and pretending you're on holiday... in your living room
4. you drink 12 litres of diet coke in 3 days
5. you've got 3 hours worth of your own voice on your ipod, talking about health, social influence and life development.
6. you eat popcorn out of a saucepan while drinking wine... at 10am.
7. you go for regular 'walks around the block' and 'stretches of the legs'
8. whenever  you close your eyes, you see a mindmap
9. every 10 minutes you utter the mandatory words: "i'm gonna fail!"
10. you recite positive statements to yourself "i can succeed"
11. the excitement of a fire engine outside leads you to sit and watch the stationary vehicle for 15 minutes before realising it's not going to do anything
12. you get to 9pm and decide the day is over and it's time to watch tv
13. you eat so much crap you forget what savoury food tastes like until dinner time when you are starkly reminded by chips... for the 4th day running.
14. you end up having stupid banter about "who's sperm should i steal to have a baby" and "what would you do if i... "
15. you start losing the will to type, such as spelling 'toe' as 'tow'
16. you... dumdumduuuum... tidy
17. you phone home/friends/person in room with you/ any random number just to add some amusement
18. you try sleeping in random positions to try and bring some excitement into life
19. you play tetris/ doodle jump/ sudoku/ any sort of gadget game after every page read in the textbook, to spur you on to turn the page
20. you start writing everything in numbered lists

bring on the end of exams.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

chocolate and coffee
cigarettes and wine
some things go together
like it's how it is designed

sunshine and bikinis
the padlock and the key
some things go together
as they should always be

like you and me, like you and me

cos we are two of a kind
and i like being so intertwined
we are like family
the world's our pod and we are the peas

paintbrushes and canvas
passion and desire
some things are the petrol
that will always cause the fire

gin and slimline tonic
the moonlight and the stars
some things are better
just the way they are

like you and me, you and me

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

two things

two things: righteousness and open- heartedness.

reading through the psalms recently, i was struck by the recurring theme of righteousness.

"Love and faithfulness meet together, righteousness and peace kiss each other. Faithfulness springs forth from the earth, and righteousness looks down from heaven. Righteousness goes before him and prepares the way for his steps" (Psalm 85)

"Let those who love the Lord hate evil, for he guards the lives of his faithful ones and delivers them from the hand of the wicked. Light is shed upon the righteous and joy on the upright heart. Rejoice in the Lord, you who are righteous and praise his holy name" (Psalm 97)

'righteousness goes before him and prepares the way for his steps' this made me think about how it's so easy to go about daily life while sitting and waiting for God to show up. especially the hard times, it's easy to question where God is when he seems so silent. but i love this idea of righteousness preparing the way for him. why should i expect God to show up if there is so much sin in my life? my life is not fit for the perfect king.
it also answers the question for me about the tension between grace and law. on the one hand, as a christian i should follow God's 'rules', on the other hand, where's the motivation if, ultimately, all my sin is covered in grace? well, my life will never be fully fit for the perfect king but with righteous intentions, it will be a heck of a lot better than a selfish life relying on grace to get by. and i want my life to be fit for the king, because i want him to step in. so there's grace for those times when i humanly fail to act righteously, but i still want to abide by righteous intentions so that my heart is in the right place for Jesus to step in.
'light is shed upon the righteous' i've spent so long, wondering where God is, blunting my hurts with rebellion. no wonder i've found myself in such dark places when i've been so unfaithful and so unrighteous. 

i feel a call on my life to be more righteous, to be more holy. to prepare my heart and my life for Jesus to step in. 

the second thing: open-heartedness.
God's been speaking to me about opening my heart to people. I've been pleasantly surprised lately how far a little honesty can go to contributing to healing. in the picture above is an open heart locket, which my friend gave to me as a symbol of my open heart. i was really touched by that gift and i feel secure in God's promise of freedom, which can only really come through honesty and openness.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

I don't know what I've done
Or if I like what I've begun...
But something told me to run
And honey you know me it's all or none

There were sounds in my head
Little voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening

'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she they will love you more than I could
She Anyone who [ever] dares to stand where I stood

See I thought love was black and white
That it was wrong or it was right
But you ain't leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside

And I won't be far from where you are if ever you should call
You meant more to me than anyone I ever loved at all
But you taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I we have to do

~ Missy Higgins

Sunday, April 18, 2010

nothing will ever break us

well i've been trying so long
to write you a song
but everything just seemed wrong

i think the problem lies
in that there are no words to describe
quite how beautiful you are
quite how beautiful you are to me

nothing can ever break us
no storms can ever shake us
nothing that's coming our way
will be enough
for us to say

i'm so looking forward to
another year with you
i'll add another verse or two

who knew i'd find a friend like you
special ones come far and few
we'll always stay true
we'll always stay true

nothing will ever break us
no storms will ever shake us
nothing that's coming our way 
will be enough for us to say

I'm alive but tell me am I free?
I've got eyes but tell me can I see?
the sky is falling and no one knows
it shouldn't be hard to believe
shouldn't be this difficult to breathe
the sky is falling and no one knows
~ Lifehouse

Friday, April 16, 2010

all's well that ends well

it's that time of year again; the time i get my knickers in a twist over exams. you would have thought by now i'd had learnt that worrying about them doesn't work and getting my arse into gear does. so i've got 6 weeks until it's all over and i'm trying to remind myself (and everyone else) that it always works out in the end.

and at the end of it all, i get to go to thailand for 6 weeks.
motto of the month:
alls well that ends well

Sunday, March 28, 2010


i am officially going to thailand this summer.
for 6 weeks.
with the bestest girl in the world.
and we're gonna be free spirits.
cos that doesn't happen often.
we're gonna be real adventurers.
i've had the jabs in my arms.
it wasn't the best experience.
but i'd do anything for her.
i'd have a million trillion injections.
i'm even gonna get a bikini.
and we're gonna go to the beach.
and we're gonna sleep out in a little hut.
and be real adventurers.
i'm gonna work loads of shifts.
to get as much money as possible.
so that i can afford to spoil us.
and afford to be real adventurers.
i'm gonna try thai food.
i hate rice.
but i'd do anything for her.
and anyway, i'm a real adventurer.
we're gonna buy pretty little dresses.
when we get home.
cos it's her brother's wedding.
we're gonna watch them start their adventure.
we're gonna pass all our exams.
before all this.
then we'll really be free.
to adventure.
we're gonna eat chocolate again.
cos it's been a long time without sugar.
i couldn't have lasted without her.
it's her birthday this week.
and i'm gonna spoil her.
cos i'd do anything for her.
cos she's my fellow adventurer.
i'm gonna give her so many presents.
and we're gonna do some crazy things.
we're gonna have an adventure.
we've done crazy things.
we stepped outside the box.
went a bit mad.
but adventures always are a little crazy.
and i'd do anything for her.
we're gonna have many more adventures.
i'm gonna have many more adventures.
with the bestest girl in the world.

Monday, March 22, 2010

not that i know what to write

it's been too long since i last blogged. thus, i shall blog a lot of random stuff to pass the time by.

unbelievably, it's nearly april already. the two year anniversary of this blog has passed me by and it astounds me how the things i wrote back in 2008 feel like yesterday. two years have shown me many things and, looking with a little hindsight, things always seem to end up resolved. somehow. i feel the steady correlation between time and  life experiences has recently taken a steep road; that is, i seem to have experienced many more things in the last 6 months than i had in the 20 years prior to that.  i thought being a teenager was hard, but it seems being an adult is actually marginally harder. but if there's one thing i've managed to learn is that things usually end up alright and i guess for now it's just a case of riding them out without amassing too many regrets along the way.

it's suddenly the easter holidays. it's been almost a month since i ate any sugar which has been a challenge (technically for lent but to say it's in any way for religion's sake is a lie, it's more for the arbitrary challenge of it). a lot of afternoon naps (well, sleeps) have reduced my productivity immensely but still, when i consider all the calories i've avoided by going cold turkey on all chocolate, sweets, biscuits and cakes and all the money i've saved, it is almost worth it. however, i already intend to break it on easter day by eating a whole bag of mini eggs.

last weekend was surreal. usually, i am not spontaneous in the least. i do not spend vast amounts of money and i cannot be bothered to venture beyond my lecture theatre unless it's for the sake of exercising. however, recent stressful events at my uni house led me to go on a slight rampage. it all began with an innocent trip with a certain unnamed person, not that it takes much to guess, to meadowhall for the mundane reason that my ipod broke and i had to take it back to the shop. but innocent trip turned into dinner in a restaurant, followed by 2 bottles of wine (yup, i'm a lightweight, all details following were the result of just one bottle of wine), various other unmentionable activities and ending up with some very happy memories along with the memory loss. the next morning, still in a state of semi- inebriation, after only 3 hours sleep and with some painful injuries, i had the bright idea of going with unnamed person to their lecture. en route we stopped at boots to buy alka seltzer with added caffeine for damage control. at 9.a.m. i pretty much spent the lecture playing connect 4 against myself, giggling and feeling very close to chundering. we then ran to my lecture at 10 a.m, by which point i was pretty much asleep. we then went to a cafe for lunch (very out of character for my thrifty, weight conscious self!) before embarking on a walk down to botanical gardens, followed by tesco where i bought lots of seeds and nuts as part of a random muesli making adventure, that seemed the most logical thing to do on such a random day. the sight of all the food in tesco, however, made my stomach churn so much i nearly vowed never to drink again. we then went home and made 4kg of muesli altogether, with various healthy, sugar- free, overpriced, rabbit food resemblant components. an hour later and we were on our way to watch an ice skating show; think the xfactor finals but with ice skating instead of singing. it was cold but spectacular and was the perfectly random end to a perfectly random day.

saturday, however, consisted of 6 hours spent in the library with my dying laptop, reading about stuff i don't give a toss about. then, in an attempt to redeem myself of my faults from the night before, i went and fed the homeless before having an early night after watching a documentary about a woman who lost weight so she could give her dying husband a kidney.

i recently went to norwich for the weekend which was really lovely. jess' brother and his wife are beautiful, godly people and i definitely felt inspired coming home again. it was also lovely to see elisha for a catch up and to remember my life outside of sheffield.

i'm also going to thailand for at least a month this summer, because apparently i need to in order to 'fully understand' jess. actually, i'm going because i want to see her life, see a bit of the world and see some sea and sand. the only issue is my mum's certainty that going abroad results in death despite the fact i am going with someone who has lived abroad for 16 years. but i maintain that i would rather die young having an adventure than live til old age and to have never explored the world, there's only so many discoveries to be made along manchester road.

speaking of manchester road, a recent adventure led to the discovery of a secluded forest (found after lots of wall jumping and probably tresspassing). the sun was shining through the trees and as i sat on the logs around where a campfire had been, i imagined all the things in my life i'd throw in the fire and let burn, if i could. i deemed it the 'wood of nothing' and it was pretty sad to have to leave and return to my bedroom of everything. however, the sun may have been shining but it wasn't warm, and the one advantage of having everything is having central heating. it is funny though, how 20 minutes biking up the road can make you feel a million miles away from home.

so, that is everything and all, and probably a bit too much detail in some places.

see, i told you i didn't know what to write.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

love, love, love i want your love

1 Corinthians 13 (The Message)

 If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God's Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, "Jump," and it jumps, but I don't love, I'm nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love. 

   Love never gives up.
   Love cares more for others than for self.
   Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.
   Love doesn't strut,
   Doesn't have a swelled head,
   Doesn't force itself on others,
   Isn't always "me first,"
   Doesn't fly off the handle,
   Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,
   Doesn't revel when others grovel,
   Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
   Puts up with anything,
   Trusts God always,
   Always looks for the best,
   Never looks back,
   But keeps going to the end.
 Love never dies. Inspired speech will be over some day; praying in tongues will end; understanding will reach its limit. We know only a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be cancelled.
 When I was an infant at my mother's breast, I gurgled and cooed like any infant. When I grew up, I left those infant ways for good.
 We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!
But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love

Monday, February 08, 2010

then becomes now

as i drive away
from that place where we stayed
i can still smell your scent on my collar
as i say goodbye
to that place where we lie
i wish somehow you'd follow

i need you here by my side
i wish you were mine
til the end of time
oh, i wish you were mine

i can still feel your lips
from the last time we kissed
and i'll never forget that feeling
i'll miss you forever
until we're back together
this is our song i'm singing

i need you here by my side
i wish you were mine
til the end of time
oh, i wish you were mine

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

fifty five things that may or may not be of interest

10 things you want: 
1. this dress from new look

2. Megan Fox's hair/figure/face

3. Freedom

4. Missy Higgins' voice
5. Revival
6. a little place to hideout where i can take my tears and hideaway beautiful things

7. to make a difference

8. to achieve stuff

9. to relive all the moments that have taken my breath away

10. to be friends forever

9 musicians/bands you love:
1. missy higgins
2. taylor swift
3. regina spektor
4. damien rice
5. sigur ros
6. brooke fraser
7. bebo norman
8. delirious
9. natasha bedingfield

8 things you do everyday:

1. write a to- do today list
2. put pen to paper
3. count my steps
4. look for the special moments
5. photograph the special moments
6. decide special moments can't be photographed
7. lose myself to the music
8. wish, hope and strive

 7 things you enjoy: 
1. driving; driving in the dark, driving with no destination and driving away

2. being awake when everyone else is asleep
3. intimacy
4. craft and journals, words and wordle.

5. the morning air, the evening air, the night air

6. strumming on my guitar 

7. whispers of our hopes and dreams and secrets when it's you and me against the world

6 things that will always stir your heart:
1. the people on the streets who soldier on through times harder than i'll ever know
2. the people who lose the love of their lives; i cannot imagine how hard this must be
3. the little children who don't get the love they deserve from their mummies and daddies. again, i cannot imagine how hard this must be.
4.  beautiful melodies and powerful lyrics
5. the diary of anne frank
6. channel 4 documentaries

5 favorites: 
Movie: the truman show
Song:  (this week) forgive me by missy higgins

Book: the lion the witch and the wardrobe 
Food: country crisp cereal

Season: autumn

4 smells or scents you enjoy:
1. the smell of my princess: gucci envy me
2. the smell of sunday afternoons: fresh baking
3. the smell of home on a winter's day: woodsmoke
4. the smell that comes from one corner of my room: unidentified but flowery and soapy

3 places you want to go: 

1. thailand
2. 2008... to put things right
3. heaven

2 Favorite Holidays:

1. momentum 20092. 'piss and shag holiday' greece 2008

1 person you’d marry on the spot:

the one who is my soulmate

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Matthew 18:3

And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.

Matthew 6:19-21
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

Isaiah 40:29
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.

2 Samuel 22:29

You are my lamp, O LORD; the LORD turns my darkness into light.

Job 27:11
I will teach you about the power of God; the ways of the Almighty I will not conceal.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

love don't cost a thing

something that always strikes me is the cost of love. i guess sometimes it demands a high price of you, the ultimate act of love was, afterall, very costly. and in any relationship it costs us in terms of the trust and selflessness that we need to invest in another, often forsaking our own comfort in the process.

but to just love, is so free. sometimes when you love something or someone so much, it feels like you should be paying for that privilege. the blissfulness of intimacy sometimes seems like a stolen delight, as if something so treasured should be paid for or bought in some way. i figure it works more as an exchange than a single transaction; to be loved in return is something money could never buy.

deuteronomy 6:5, 'love the lord your god with all your heart, soul and strength.' what does that cost? an investment of our entire lives; least of all the things we invest in loving one another. as if we kid ourselves that anything less than all is enough. just as the transaction of love is complete with reciprocation of love, how can we really love god unless we are making a fair exchange. he gave it all so we should give it all.

and so with those disordered and jumbled thoughts, i conclude that that's what makes love so free and yet entirely costly. and i've been realising how much easier it'd be if it didn't cost us anything but then it wouldn't be that all- consuming, fulfilling, unreserved and requited love; the sort that seems to demand a price.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

let's make lemonade

because i'm surprisingly (and perhaps a bit worryingly) casual about these exams i have next week, i found this song pretty amusing rather than intensely annoying when it decided to serenade my ears as i wandered the streets looking for some revision recess. after putting the entire of my dad's cd collection onto my ipod over christmas regardless of genre, there are some crazy- arse songs lurking that i'm yet to discover and i guess this is one.
anyway, enjoy... i thought it was bloody hilarious.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

words are my weapon

I am not precious about possessions,
but words, words I am precious about.
I'd sacrifice any longing of mine for a lifetime
if it'd earn me an hour with pen and paper.
I find failure in painting pictures,
answering equations,
debating and persuading,
but give me pen and paper and I will fill it,
with words, words of many forms and elegance,
intelligence and eloquence.
Words are my weapon,
in the places I've found myself with no defence.
I lose myself on the journey,
that just a few words can take me;
the daydream, the intrigue.
One word alone can change my mood,
my attitude.
A picture paints a thousand words, they say,
yet just one word can paint a picture.
Music expresses what words cannot, they say,
yet without words there'd be no song.
Acts speak louder than words, they say,
yet words give us the motivation for action.
The simplicity of prose brings solace,
but the intricacy brings insight.
And where is solace without insight,
where is insight without solace?
Where are we without words,
without insight or solace?
When I speak, I throw away words,
I waste them, confuse them, hurth with them.
Yet when I write I cannot only capture words,
I can use them to capture my thoughts,
to capture you.
If my thoughts are the playing field,
my writing is the court;
the chaos of my inner scribe finds peace
among pen and paper.
I love metaphors;
all the thing a word can stand for.
And then there's the words we defy to supply.
The magic lies in the unwritten coming alive.
It's my dream to share all the words
I've ever written,
and all the stories therewithin
and without that can be found.
But you and I already rely
on all the words we need.
Because we have heard the three little words,
from the one Word we need.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Monday, January 11, 2010


Nemesis you’re back for the 100th time
Still committing the same old crimes
Obsession is your operative word
All because of you this occurred

Nemesis angered that you hadn’t won
Finding vengeance in round 1-0-1
Damned if I do, damned if I don’t
That’s the dilemma for which you hoped

Nemesis just when I thought we were through
You returned for round 102
Back to the start return to square one
You won’t give up til the deed is done

Nemesis please stop fighting me
Too tired for round 103
I wish I could surrender from your grip
But you still cause me to slip

Nemesis I’m too weak for war
Please don’t come back for 104
Disappear to your dark realm
No one else to overwhelm

Nemesis please stop robbing lives
Just promise to stop after 105
I shouldn’t summon you back so much
But I crave your comfort, I need your touch

Nemesis ignore my pleas to become sick
I’d be crippled by round 106
Heart held together by stitches and glue
Don’t make me add binding too

Nemesis you never warn me when
Suddenly here for 107
Running in circles a catch 22
Change your tune to something new

Nemesis you pretend you’re so great
I think you are til 108
Your lies had me for a fleeting moment
Then I remembered the pain you sent

Nemesis came back for 109
Just as I thought things were fine
Go away and don’t return
When will I ever learn?

Nemesis how much more can you send?
Starting again 110...

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

yellow teeth

When I see a sign like this, I see an adventure.

Cycling along this particular path was the only way I felt I could escape.

If my guitar could hear all the things I've sang as I've strummed, it'd know all my secrets.

One day, I'll do this again.

These people taught me the meaning of unconditional friendship.

Sometimes, I do things on a whim and then can't quite believe what I'm doing.

It's through the most innocent things that I've lost my innocence.

Or so the story goes...

Life scares me infinitely more than death.

The only thing which would ever make me want to live life over, would be if we could have lived more of it together.