Here I Am

You can only walk along the same path for so many years (19 to be exact) before you come to a fork. An inevitable reality to be certain.
From one angle I think well it is about frickin' time, i'm getting sick of the this road. The contradicting opinion realizes that along the way there have been numerous bumps, turns, and changes in landscape and terrain; there were good times, bad times, and times when what lay around the bend was indecipherable- things were rarely dull! So why must I end this journey and change courses?
I'm sure each path has much to offer, but from my standpoint, I am unsure of what those things are. Not knowing what lays ahead frightens me. I am prepared to stop here and have a picnic- holding off the decision until I have more information, or a sudden burst of inspiration. What's wrong with enjoying where I am at and making an informed decision...

~flashing arrows would be much appreciated~

To Be Me

I Miss You like Drama Queens and Cat Fights and Braces on Prom Night*

Last evening, on our way to our final class of our university career, Mason and I met, and quickly passed a young boy. As we passed by, he stopped and curled over, as if he were in severe pain or was going to be sick. Concerned I turned to him in preparation to offer assistance.
Upon taking a better look however, I noticed that he was caring something. A heavy something. It was a weight- it must have been at least a 25 lbs!
We left him to his workout and continued to class.

In a way we are all like that kid. We are walking around with a huge weight that slows us down, and causes pain. And to what end? Sure that boy may build some muscle if he continues this strict regime, but will it improve him as a person?
And if we continue to carry our weight around, what will we gain- callouses? bitterness? grief?

Perhaps you're head the song The Weight by The Band. The chorus goes something like this:
Take a load off Annie, take a load for free; take a load off Annie, and you can put the load right on me

It makes me wonder... who is saying this to us? Are we listening?

~it's an investment~

*Miss You Being Gone The Band Perry

New Addiction

Here is a wordle of my poems. It gives you a quick idea of what I write about most. No surprises. However, in collecting these poems I realized how long it's been since I've written any poetry. It seems I've lost my muse. at least temporarily. I suppose that's what happens when I've recently had little to no reason for me to gripe over the opposite sex.

~a snap shot of my heart and mind~

A bad combo

Alcohol and sex don't mix.
And by alcohol I mean wine specifically, and by sex I mean the dessert, sex in a pan. I made It yesterday to go with the nice dinner I made for Mason (and my roommates). It's wonderful... it truly does live up to it's name!

So tonight, while sitting on the couch "writing my paper" I decided, what better way to bare this misery, than to drown myself in some leftover sex and wine. And so I did.
Now I lay here with more than a discomfort in my throat and stomach... the strong sense of nausea weighs me down. Instead of relishing in the brilliance that is my mind, I am cursing the frail pit that is my stomach.

Since when does my stomach struggle from the food I inhale? Am I growing weak in my... young age?

Pain, discomfort, regret... not the sensations one wishes to endure after a night of wine and sex.


~I've been rocked~