My words spill out, like the words on a page.
My heart is breaking, through the net you can't seem to stop casting.
Just let me live, because babe, I've only got one and there's no time to be brought down.

Unclever in the writing style.

I hate judgment based off of looks.

Hoping tonight will go better than expected.

Need some creativity back in my life after finals have been completed.

worried nothing but a new cd will make my heart skip.

worried that he will never show up.

worried that ill be alone.

Something I noticed tonight thanks to Dave Melillo, is that artists tend to notice the smallest minute details and understand the significance of this. I am not just speaking of musicians but of any person that expresses themselves creatively.

I believe this is true. A simple detail can mean everything. You always tend to remember that small insignificant moment, which sometimes can be the memory that you're looking for to bring you back to that time.

The big picture gives you such a broad look.

Just my two cents.

Simple.

I love music. I love bands. I love this.

BU I'm home.

It's been a few months since I have blogged. I think it's time to rekindle my thoughts.

Happy is the best way to describe my move. Frightening, enlightening, and beautiful describes my first few months. I couldn't have picked a better place for growth, and I already see the changes.

One of these changes, is not always accepting what is being offered within my life. I constantly find myself questioning the results of my particular actions and what has happened within my own past. I've always loved solving puzzles. There's such a calming and awe inspiring way that you shake the puzzle up, toss it to the floor, and fit everything back together.

One of these questions that reoccurs prominently has been about relationships. I found as I questioned myself I discovered my fear of love. My fear of being hurt. My fear of not being good enough. My insecurity. But the more significant question here is why am I not taking risks? I have one life, and it might be bad sometimes but the beauty that comes after the bad parts is remarkable.

Through my move I have also learned of my passion, but that's quite possibly for the next post.

I'm back.