oneword: fate

it may be stupid, or possibly naive...but i believe in fate. i still believe in meant to be and love at first site. i still believe in true love. sigh

oneword: bars

first, i thought about jails. then, i thought about drinking.

i'd rather think about the music. the way it runs together and through me, pumping out notes that speak out and up and yell everything that i want to say but can't.

oneword: gym

i have a feeling i am going to spend even more time in the gym these days. i can keep my brain from going, and i can distract myself there. i can work out my feelings and frustrations and fears in the gym. i do my best hiding in there. building the strength of my body in hopes that the inside will match the outside. i always feel better after the gym. its like sitting down to have a good cry, but without the tears and i end up feeling better about myself, and not quite so pathetic.

oneword: angels

ultimately, the walking wounded that you have forgotten to appreciate until its way too late. its beyond the point of saving when you have realized this. the time is limited to try to make up for it, but there is never any way to truly make it up. they forgive...they always do, even though they know it will never be enough to make up for it or take away the hurt. a little more breaks off each time. just a shell of broken pieces like a jigsaw puzzle. who will be their angel? who will help them put the pieces back together?