Constant Ramble

My life is just a bunch of images running through my mind.
Bits and pieces get torn in the process.
But I can still tell you most things in detail.

Much like a photograph has a story behind it…
My life is just a story.
But in this story…
There are no pages to be turned…
Although, there are a few chapters.

Isn’t that what life is though?
A living, breathing story?

We put our lives every where…
But just remember it always started with keeping it filed in your mind.
A mental camera.

Soon we were keeping journals and diaries…
Now here I am…
Blogging.

My mind creates thoughts fast enough for my hands to say.
Before my mouth can even form sound.

Where the words are spinning and I catch glances.
Soon, I piece together the puzzle within each day.
Making odd ramblings of nothing sound so creative.
But sometimes they still just feel like a jumble of words.

I will never stop though.

We are all here to tell our story.
Even if no one is willing to listen.

We still put it out there hoping it will catch someone’s eyes.
So we can inspire.

Remembering we got inspired by someone who did it before us.

Piano Keys and Decisions

I stare out into the sunset.

The breeze blows my hair into my face... 

And all I can think is that... 

Why would we ever leave here?

A place meant just for us. 

A piano with just enough keys.

Do we believe in love?

Or are we just ready to make love happen?

Years I have been wishing for this flower to bloom...

So you too would see its' beauty.

But now I'm not too sure if... 

I'm ready to pick this flower.

This flower which hasn't bloomed when I wanted it to. 

This flower that took its time to figure out everything.

I am wondering if this particular flower is the one I need. 

We've come so far in this field. 

We don't need to stop. 

Or do we?

I am always seeking for something better... 

What if there isn't something better out there?

What if...

I already have the world's perfect flower?

Beauty can fade... 

It can dry out. 

Will we let it?

Door of Opportunity

We stand so tall among the grass... 

And yet... 

I feel so small. 

Why is it that we follow our dreams...

But sometimes we are so far behind?

I want to be the closest to the door...

To open up that opportunity and breathe in that accomplishment.

Life has given me the words to express.

Love has given me the feel of heart ache. 

I question whether the word love is overly used by us all... 

But can you overly use a word that can be said so easily?

A word that... Can mean the world... But can also tear anyone apart.

I live in a life full of adventure.

Where the smiles never leave me...

And even though some people do... 

I can still stand tall among the grass...

Breathing in that accomplishment of just being there... 

And even though I may feel small and so far from some dreams' reach... 

I can still stand and open the door of opportunity.

Chasing My Shadow

I've been searching the stages...
For that perfect someone in the spot light.

But maybe I am wrong.
And everyone else has been right.

My one true love doesn't make music...
It IS music.

I've been searching for the perfect person...
Who strums the strings or sings to a crowd..

With everyone telling me I will be hurt in the end.
And they were right every time.
I never wanted them to know how weak I am.

That one little musician couldn't wreck my world.

But they can...

And they do.

Am I scared to leave the spot light and look for someone in the crowd?

Or am I just too stubborn to stop chasing my own shadow?

Murdering Time

Words to spell...



But... I can't remember how to speak.


Time has stolen my voice...


Here I am with an answer I can only swallow...


Because time has made me forget.

I slowly race to the door...


Only to find its' locked.


In silence I cry because there is no way out.


Here I am.


Do you even take notice?


I'm lost...


And yet... I know my surroundings.


Time needs to be murdered.


So I wait.

Paparazzi

So maybe I am crazy.
A wannabe celebrity who always wants all eyes on her.

I don't know why I want the attention.
I don't know why I crave the spot light.

But every time someone doesn't want to pay attention...

I think their camera needs new film...
Or something.

I feel like...

I always need the videos running and the cameras flashing.

Always making an enterance...
Never insecure.

But really I am so far from being perfect.

I can't help but just want it.
And I can never figure out why my mind wants all this attention.

Am I a social butterfly?
Or am I just alone?

New Spring

The flowers are starting to bloom once more..
And I can began to feel free again.

The winter holds me in the house.

The spring lets me discover new things...
And new people.

I keep writing down the pros and cons of us.
And the pros are winning.

You are so different than what I'm used to.

But you fell in love with the same thing I did...

Music.

Which is a huge thing in my life, and in yours.

So today we will watch the weather change.
And see the sky clear.