stand up straight at the foot of your love.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tNs2ZuOVOQ&NR=1

posting this as a way to keep myself... myself. i feel more whole these days, but it doesn't mean i don't make mistakes. i keep pieces of people in my heart, and remember them before they master the art of forgetting. eventually, we all become ghosts.

whoever knows me, knows i chase the possibility of falling in love. i'm still running as fast as i can.

i'm kicking up the fucking dirt beneath these heels. i've never felt this lucky.


to whom it may concern: i've been there. i don't want to go back. i don't (only) want to miss the possibility losing of myself - never anything else. i'm as smart as you think i am; however, i'm limited to my 27 years. i think that's longer than one thinks it is. i'm regretful. no, no i'm not.

i don't think i ever would be. could be. ought to be. i'm a living, breathing contradiction of myself. and i have so much to share; "love sought is good but given unsought is better." shakespeare knew what he was writing down.

it's because i am more hopeful than most are, usually. glass is mostly full kind of stuff. even that the glass is here in my hands.

in any event, these last few months were experimentally interesting. february, admittedly, was a mistake. to the man in stripes: sorry if i hurt you. it just wasn't a good fit. what goes around comes around; it's a dizzy spin, isn't it? march started to emerge beautifully, and ended crisp and clean. it's too beautiful out to stay indoors. april is going to charm the hell outta me.

being young means getting into trouble. cheers to that. going to go run with the horses.




(i'm always going to smile.)