truth.

If music be the food of love, play on.

-William Shakespeare

come back2me...

gahh, i lost my lil' red composition book on a plane to Ohio. After six hours of flying, i couldn't even process my own name, let alone remember to get my HEART out of the pocket of the seat in front of me. Part me wants to believe, i lost it for a reason, and the other half believes that it'll come back to me in due time. All i'm sure of is that my red book, helped me express myself in ways that only i could understand. Maybe, your brain never forgets the words your heart speak, right? Hopefully.

amused.

by the trials life brings. i fully understand that they're only here to make me STRONGER. yea, its gonna hurt when im going through. but i know one day im gonna look back and laugh. blessed.blessed.blessed. to the MAXXX "nothing even matters"

going to ohio
gonna have fun
gonna use proper grammar
i promise.

&& the next post shall be the best post.

&& i find myself.

missing things that i never noticed
wanting things i never had

i'm not one to get worked up over guy issues, but this one has me beat. && i know i messed up, && i know its partly my fault, && i know i should be the one calling you, but my pride won't let me dial. womp,womp,womp. yes im sitting here with this blank expression.everyday its the same thing. but if nothing ever changes, i just need this too.

anyhow.

last night my heart was so heavy. in a matter of minutes the very things and realtionships you hold closest to you simply walk away. && then i woke up, read some Bible, and everything was cool.

"alright now,
think ill make it

anyhow.

thoughtless.

never.

speechless,

at thee moment.

Amen.

"For do I now persuade men, or God?
or do I seek to please men?
for if I yet pleased men,
I should not be the servant of Christ."

Truth is, i'm not here to please anyone but God.
Your approval, not needed.

feelings.

i love who you are
but i hate who you be
but maybe i'm the fool
for thinkin you kept it real with me

dear music,

many profess their love to you, but i think you should know
without you i'd be lost and myself i would never know
right up there after Jesus, for the most part you've always been there
'cause i remember a time when cd's skipped and your sound i couldn't here
don't know when we fell in love, my grannie says it was down "on bended knee"
she heard me singing in the back seat and from there it was history
how can they say they love, when they don't respect the art
i understand you're more than just words or song, you come straight from the heart
if i never heard you again i think i would be okay
you've manifested yourself within me, to hear you i don't need to press PLAY

ya, its that deep.

basketball.

it comes second nature to me, like breathing. something i don't have to think about, something i just do. but lately it seems like the very air i breath is suffocating me. i kno people can relate, like the one thing that makes you the happiest hurts you the most. like candy && cavities. haha. like relationships. hmm, i guess its LOVE. but unlike any love i've ever felt, im willing to endure the pain. ready? now thats another question, another blog in itself. but basketball, i think im ready for you. scratch that: i know.

&& the next post shall be the best post

Grow Up.

little boys they tell beautiful lies
the little girls can you hear them cry?
little boys they just laugh
little girls they're all sad

will you ever grow up?
will i ever grow up?
or is it just my luck
that we'll never grow up?

the little boys grow up to be teenagers
less meaner but a lot more sneakier
now the teenaged girls jsut wanna be loved
but the teenaged boys could care less about a hug
the girls keep crying yes the girls keep trying
so naive to believe the boys would ever stop lying

will you ever grow up?
will i ever grow up?
or is it just my luck
that we'll never grow up?