Fresh

January seems so long ago.
I am becoming more and more amazed by the snow.
And light and people and disease and death.
I'm learning not to be afraid to ask questions anymore.

We treat mishaps like sinking ships.

Those innocent eyes that are confused with love and hate.
That will grow up in fear of sleep.

I guess we'll always be the kids who will take chances even when we have everything to lose, with the faith that the ones we're up against won't take it all away.

Shake the Dust.

I sing along to this poem like it is my favourite song.
Full of flavour and freshness.
Enjoy.

Semi-fresh Eyes.

2/11/10
I remember that because of her I learned to live a little more.
It's strange that one time she said I was a friend she would never forget, but now I know that's really not up to her. And I pray that it comes back to her.

"I'm starting to believe the ocean's much like you. Because it gives and it takes away."


2/12/10
I dont know if it is true, but I think maybe it's better that she doesnt remember those painful things and the people in the past. It was too much pain for her to carry. God is helping her start over. Helping her to remember what matters. And to look at things with semi-fresh eyes.

And if you say that there's no truth, and who cares, How come you say it like your right?

Februrary

Stop trying, and just do it.
I like being a part of this world.