I never claim to be normal.. as you can tell.

Sweet dreams and Goodbyes are almost always the same thing.

bitter sweet endings never happen in the same instant, usually its the bitter before the sweet.

we live in an imperfect world, why would we expect anyone to be perfect in it?

on this marry go round in my head, the thoughts and dreams i have don't seem to make sense.

when I'm with you, they do. cause with you i can do anything and i know you'll tell me when I'm crazy or irrational. you point out my flaws in the most careless of ways and yet i laugh it off because i know the end result is to make me more whole than i already am.

on a play ground in a park, where the ground spins and all around us we're engulfed in the dark light of stars, i hear you tell me that you know there's a god, and you know he loves you, like you know you love me too.

when this marry go round in my head starts to play again and you just listen because that's what best friends do.

we bounce around and i know that i do love you.
some day I'll understand why this bitter sweet feeling always comes when you go,

imperfection in a perfect world.. on this marry go round in my head.

goodbyes and sweet dreams are almost the same thing

except one is reoccurring and the other is ending.

i know so many talented people. i love to much. i give more than i should. and
when i want to be I'm very open. you could get the chance to
see me for who i am, or you can get the back cover of a book. if you are lucky
enough to know, then you will understand the bittersweet part of who i am.

i have a brain like my father, i find beauty in everything.. mostly it is the simplicity's of life that make me happy.

like frozen yogurt

and the quilt I'm making, or the baby blankets i build for people.

i love to love.

i like to read

i enjoy writing

i admire happiness

and i love to dance.

Running is my passion

i have a nack for being a little bit random... as you can tell.

patience was something i used to not struggle with, now i do.

faith is always there, but i often feel unworthy of its blessings.

hope is a beacon

and god loves me, and that my friends is something i know, even on my weakest days.

i get a little bit stronger..

goodnight, sweet dreams