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i seem to have lost my creative touch when it comes to writing...i have so many thoughts inside that i wish to express, but cant quite conjure up the words to describe them. Life has to many wonderful and suprising things to offer anyone, if they just take the time to look, and i mean really look. Every time i take a second out of my day to admire the clear blue skies and gorgeous shades of color as the sun rises and sets. Each dawn a new day, each night a rest from all the stress and conflict of life. what a wonderful and vibrant world we live in.

the simple kind of life.

Ever since ive been "on my own" and away from family, i have truly learned to enjoy the little things in life. This morning i enjoyed a chai tea latte, (fyi it was free w my rewards card which was awsome) and dug into an interesting book that my mom gave me...Atleast it was enough to get my mind of other things for a little while.

...just for once in my pre-mature adult life i would love to get a break; a small 'umpf' to get me over the hump, just past the worst of it all.

forever wishful...

Its been a long time since ive posted anything, mostly because ive been overwhelmed by life and no matter what i take care of something else comes up. But every now and then things change for the better and you get a breath of fresh hair( even if only for a little while ). YAY...i am officially employed at a cute little retail shop called 'White house and black market'.

Oh how nice it would be to be able to do anything without my dear dear boyfriend nagging me....Lol im being summoned( and he made popcorn).

"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song.-

-At the touch of a lover everyone becomes a poet." "Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything"

The Victorian Surrealism of Jeffrey Micheal Harp The Hanged Man by Jeffrey Micheal Harp

"The Fool settles beneath a tree, intent on finding his spiritual self. There he stays for nine days, without eating, barely moving. People pass by him, animals, clouds, the wind, the rain, the stars, sun and moon. On the ninth day, with no conscious thought of why, he climbs a branch and dangles upside down like a child, giving up for a moment, all that he is, wants, knows or cares about. Coins fall from his pockets and as he gazes down on them - seeing them not as money but only as round bits of metal - everything suddenly changes perspective. It is as if he's hanging between the mundane world and the spiritual world, able to see both. It is a dazzling moment, dreamlike yet crystal clear. Connections he never understood before are made, mysteries are revealed. But timeless as this moment of clarity seems, he realizes that it will not last. Very soon, he must right himself, and when he does, things will be different. He will have to act on what he's learned. For now, however, he just hangs, weightless as if underwater, observing, absorbing, seeing."