Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Coming home

I couldn't really see it when I was there. Maybe I could a little closer to the end. I didn't think anything would change. I didn't think anything would get better or be accomplished by leaving on that adventure to France. I was so wrong.
I learned so much. My eyes were opened and I am renewed, which is the best feeling. Not only is is a good feeling (because those come and go), but it is good. It is good for me, and for the people around me.
That gives me the joy kind of happiness.

the best part about leaving is just that. The leaving. Sure to be followed by hard work, adventure, and of course the coming home.
And after all is said and done that is the best part. :)

Monday, August 3, 2009

No one.

As all these bridges burn I find that there is no where left to turn.

I didn't want to turn to them in the first place, but now I don't have anyone.

Which is worse?

I build a wall. Then you pushed me down and didn't even try to break my fall.

"No one really ever wins in Heartbreak Warfare...."