tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53700412011-08-21T07:53:38.520-05:00Around here....anything goesSarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.comBlogger2521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-35697148259584996362010-03-20T10:31:00.000-05:002010-03-20T10:32:20.046-05:00

in the sky sweaty haze of exertiontinted orangesun setting across the horizon never-endingwe are alone here sand between toesthe water's edge curving against the outline of our bodiesfingers tracingbeads of water sliding over the sideyour warmth pressing into mine we're silent in our lovemaking promises with our breath hot against the cool return of the softsurface where we tumblein the water

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-28556797470924127632009-12-13T09:20:00.003-06:002009-12-13T09:31:53.781-06:00

If I would've known beforeWhat I know nowI could have waitedWould haveAnd here we areGod, I love you.Did you knowYou make my heartFull of loveBeating hard againstYour chest close to mineLips on lipsGod, I love you.You are perfectionIn human formYou stand across the wireAnd i can't help but admireAll that you encourage meTo feel so effortlesslyHead over heelsAs we tumble tumble tumbleIn the sheets

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-32598562720757626662009-09-27T18:48:00.004-05:002009-09-27T18:57:34.597-05:00

it seems that each one after him has been an imposter...that in some ways i am 'replacing' him with them. they lay there...next to me...in his spot...and they play the role well....their impersonations of someone i could love are flawless....oscar winning performancesit's not that i think about him so specifically..in fact, he never really occurs to me until moments like now...where i am alone

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-73975808387032363432009-09-07T17:17:00.005-05:002009-09-08T07:02:49.000-05:00

A glimpse into my life is startling for a minute...the constant overdrive.My inability to take a breath and step back from myself is exhausting. I'm in a perpetual stumbling tumble...careening out of control down a hill of confusion...searching for something to stop my reckless fall...something to be there to halt this insanity that keeps growing...the building crescendo making my body tremble

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-14967491636961126892009-09-04T12:49:00.000-05:002009-09-04T13:04:51.822-05:00

We are dancing ten feet off the ground Laughing and tossing our hair around The leaves are changing, falling, swirling at our feet. A sea of gold, rustling softly like whispered breath through a dewy haze. Your smile clears this cluttered space between my heart and yours.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-44345145105589994772009-06-13T22:26:00.004-05:002009-06-13T22:45:46.151-05:00

if yesterday knew about todaythe moment may have passedwithout cautionthe screen door closedsun setting up for dawnif your hands meltedagainst the glass, raised impressionsi would have pressed my body into itimagining the cool return of the glasswas your dewy flesh, freshly showeredif the hollow echo of footstepsdidn't remind me of this emptinessi might not have paused to feelthe monotony of this

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it seems as though it would be simpleloveeverything else seems so rightbut in all that i havethere is nothing at allfull to the brim with compassionheart as big as the sunready to hold and be heldand maybe that's iti'm the only one waiting for itthe other shoe is half way droppedpronated in its descent to the side of the bedclanging and banging with indecencyone time, that's all you geti don't

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a flash of our fatereflected in the mirrored glassstaring back at mei saw myself through my own eyes, and yoursmirror upon mirror upon mirrorlook awaymy shoulders are back, chin slightly liftedmy arms aren't visable but you see my fists, readybraced for combat, battered and bloodieddrip drip drip onto the sandy concretewhen i open my mouth you hear screamsyou cover your ears with invisible muffs,

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there he is, on the cornerof justus post and mainso youput your hands in your pocketsyou can't spare the changeor the shift in your consciousnessof what it might mean, to participatein the complexity of this situationit will be wronguntil you find your referencein the search engine of your memorygenerating the most relevant answerevidence to back-up the truthbut you know alreadythe way, you hold

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the days were intermixed...it was unclear what day was which...confusion all around because we were so wrapped up in each other that the world stood still... but we had to get back...you had to get back.and so you might have misunderstood yourself when you said you would be here today, which was the day before yesterday...or that you wanted to be...as you buttoned your shirt, off by one... and

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-79118711135068003392009-04-14T22:03:00.002-05:002009-04-16T14:50:36.618-05:00

Cloaked within this veil of deceptionA gauzy black tint on the mirrored glassStaring into the endless oblivion of misunderstandingWhile waiting on a street corner at duskTailored t-shirt catching the windWrapping itself like an extra layer of skinTranslucent against my dewy fleshOut of place, like cold perspiration on a quivering upper lipTwo days since yesterdayYou might have forgotten where we

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Like most traumatic events in my life…I don’t really remember too much of you.Occasionally, your scent will stir a memory of you at my back, legs wrapped in confusion…arms and hands exchanged.Every once in a while, I will remember the deep blue of your eyes and the slick of your skin on my fingers. I might envision the slender curve of your torso and the delicateness of your hands.Now and again,

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If we never talk about it It will be like it never existed Which is why you are silent Denying our bond If we never look at each other The lack of acknowledgement will de-personalize our connection Which is why you talk to the wall/phone Minimizing our intensity But you cannot erase the touch You must listen to your own thoughts of missing The memories will always exist No matter how hard you try

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baroque tones twinkling wind chimesamong the silenceof our interference, deafeningas you swirlyour fingers around, inside mewrapping me with liquidsubmersed in toxins, eating youbitter, dry wetnessin my mouth...over my exposed fleshsmoke billowing and dancinghazy murmur...soft whisperfrolicking lazily over my bodymy supersaturated chassissoaking from your stormcrumbling, melting foundational

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My actions are unmeasuredMy thoughts are silent explosionsrealized by no oneI am like a treefalling in the forestno one is around to see itand i have to wonder:is this really happening?An unpurposeful life is empty and arbitraryunfulfilling and mundaneThis experience is weighing me downlike a depressionblanketed beneath these foldsof misunderstanding and unheard deceptionswhere did i lose myself?

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-51517097257426133062009-02-11T20:52:00.001-06:002009-03-01T07:47:03.106-06:00

I remember a time when jean short cut-offs and a t-shirt didn't matter...no matter where you wereWhen climbing over retaining walls and fences wasn't an issue because it was ok to exploreWhen shoeless adventures were encouraged and a walk in the woods was enough excitement to fill conversations for at least a weekWhen cartwheels on the front awn and a bicycle up and down one small stretch of

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-16907901217090253202009-01-21T21:16:00.000-06:002009-01-21T21:22:40.996-06:00

If my arms were longer perhaps my reach would extend to the realm of familiarity. In this hushed space I might find the fulfillment I seek...Or Maybe things would be clearer if I were awake to this. Although my eyes are open and my mouth moves to speak words consoling to those who question...my heart cannot participate in this meet. Blocks of time are passing...days into weeks into months into

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i found my way here againa chamber of confused heartssearching for minebut unfamiliar with where it would beand i've exhausted my resources of comfortgiven too much to the offeringused up all of the holy waterbecause i was so dehydratedand my arms aren't long enoughto hold me as i sleepmy fingers not strong enoughto rub out this frustrationso i wander in my mindfor awhile i imaginewhere it could

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and your heart is open to this experience because you deserve it...the way that it feels to be here is exactly as it should be...and when you think about it,and your heart smiles with warmth and completion,you will knoweach time you lock eyes in the reflectionyou will understandthe perfection of this unionand when accomplishments are celebratedthe music is beautiful,the feel of the moment is

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Here we are togetherStrolling along hand in handnever touchingbut connected through heart stringsas our hearts singthe world will continue to flutter with chaos around uswe will emerge when we're ready, unscathedlaughingin the face of those who will try to denythis omniscient, omnipotent lovemy fairytale unfolds each momentwriting itself as we go alongthe picture so beautifulwe won't ever hang it

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the womb nurturing this spiritual rebirth is readyexpelling my soulscreams of pain, terror, joymoving through the canal with shoulders wideeyes open, head firsti emergelooking for the arms of comfortwrapping myselfmy own cries comforting mealoneborn into this world capable of self-carei can feed myselfnourish my own lifecoddle myself through each moment of this turmoiland the angels are cheering

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whenever i am near youi seem to forget everything i want to saythe vibration of our energies silences my wordsand opens my heartthe intensity of this connectionsustains my body and soullocking your eyes in minefeeds me, nourishes mei am filled with peacewhen i am with youthis feeling, this emotionthis opening of my heartsends me into a swirl of confusioni don't know what to say...how to say it...

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somehow i've found myself here againhanging my hat too high so that i cannot place it back on my headand i always wonder how i get hereeven though i am exhausted and out of breath as i make the climb...i still don't see or understand the monstrosity of the peak until i have crashed to the bottomi could say that my eyes are closed though they are wide openi could blame a thick veil of ignorancei

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-88153856681517626252008-09-24T22:54:00.002-05:002008-09-24T23:01:44.803-05:00

it's the feeling i can't shake that you're going to do it againthat you do it each time i hear your voiceand so i continue to callring ring ringshe's in your bedand i'm doing it to you tooi feel like i'm tumbling down a hill picking up debrisgrowing as i gointo an ugly ball of the remnants of destruction...left in my pathand i feel like we know what's impossiblebut we try to keep our heads upkeep

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-27408635137452369352008-09-15T23:08:00.002-05:002008-09-15T23:12:40.595-05:00

I imagine feeling beautiful in this skin againand moving about this world with a smooth exterior reflecting the settled interiorthis is what i see for myselflooking at myself in the mirror and loving what i seeit's a matter of moving beyhond defining myself based on who is in ita matter of moving beyond who i am in this momentand understanding who i am in every momentbut i can't seem to shake

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-75479289792488954202008-09-11T12:33:00.002-05:002008-09-11T12:36:42.437-05:00

and where will things go from now on?who will i become?if i keep going at this pace will i ever understand where i've beenevery night when i close my eyes....i pass outand i don't look backi don't reflect on where i am because i know there could be so much moreand so i keep avoiding itand pretending that it's okjust the way it isam i too afraid to say no?am i too afraid of the change?i am looking

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-10118450203612715612008-08-11T23:06:00.001-05:002008-08-11T23:59:10.422-05:00

It seems another day has passed...funny how that happensI was excited about today - the sky a bright blue with no clouds in sight...and I walked for awhile, reveling in the beauty of mother nature...thinking, "days like this make it worth it..."I can't remember each moment as it passes...what sticks with me is sometimes perplexingwhy did i just remember how you touched my leg when you walked out

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-40939330176581643382008-08-10T12:42:00.004-05:002008-08-10T12:55:09.245-05:00

It has been said that every action/thought is either about looking good or being right...how does this resonate with me?i cannot deny this to be true...and so the follow-up question...what does this mean to me?While every action may be about looking good or being right, I think the goal should be to recognize this to be true and then understand what this means about choice....what it means about

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Could you hear me if I closed my eyes?Like a child playing peek-a-booCould I make all of this disappear?...into the oblivion of my dreamsA comment on the reality of my situation...I'm avoiding the necessary. It's a lot easier to say what sounds right and to do what feels good. This coccoon of avoidance is nurturing my insanity...keeping me locked in this tenacious cycle of self-depreciating

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-41495180442829349682008-08-05T16:19:00.004-05:002008-08-05T16:39:39.467-05:00

this space should be able to hold these thoughts for just awhile longerand so i come here to vent my heartexpose a small window, hoping that a little exposure will help clear things upeverything has been so impulsive... at one moment, running scared..and the next, bold statements being madebut i'm out of iti need to be out of ithow do i get out of it?this conundrumand last night i dreamt that i

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-80322709692463083692008-08-03T22:28:00.004-05:002008-08-03T22:49:08.258-05:00

as each moment passes...i understand a little more about life and the choices i make...but a part of me is still surprised each time i make a decision and have to own up to the consequencesi'm confused about how to feel about all of thisi'm holding on your rope, got me ten feet of the groundand i'm hearing what you say but i just can't make a soundyou tell me that you need me but then you go and

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-9551335484936823742008-07-24T16:56:00.003-05:002008-07-24T17:02:57.188-05:00

if i could contain this feeling of excitement i wouldplacing it in a bottle that i would open for short bursts of timeeuphoria, i would call itlike a scent to be worn on special occasions...the quickening of my heart is realthe feeling of anticipationthe rush of warmth to my skinit can't get here fast enoughand when i see it...oddly, these feelings won't subsidei will continue to feel the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-57524098437201492402008-07-18T09:18:00.003-05:002008-07-18T09:29:55.045-05:00

I left yesterday...in two hours the material contents of my life were transferred to a new place.I don't think I had an expectation of how I would feel...but, reflecting on the whole situation...I find it a little strange how calm and settled I am about the whole thing.The drama was starting to wear me down...my nervous system, already taxed from classes and clinic, was on hyper-overdrive and I

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-77411380909485430922008-07-12T00:10:00.005-05:002008-07-12T00:46:29.643-05:00

I could tell the story...but with or without it...the truth is, something happened..things keep happening...and, ultimately, i've got to own up...i'm in control hereno matter the consequence, the decision was made a long time ago...at this point, it's just about follow throughinterestingly...i have little trouble with this in other areas of my life.i see it, i do it, it's done...but not here.my

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1809769041945557812008-07-06T18:29:00.003-05:002008-07-06T18:39:47.633-05:00

my skin melts when you touch meand i feel your eyes with purpose on my heartcan't we say this outlouddo we dare say?it's all too complicatedbut so simple in your armsplease tell me somethingsay something to meif only i could help you to understandwho i am hereif only you could help me to understandwho you are therecan we not be one in the same?

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-55138654969433722412008-07-05T14:44:00.002-05:002008-07-05T14:51:16.324-05:00

in this drunken fog we dancedi looked at you and i saw what it could be...my liquid induced jilted reality made it all so intensei wanted to take you in my arms and tell youbut then i felt alone...strangely i wanted to run awayand my eyes began to burn...and i could feel the hot tears on my cheeksmy feet felt so heavy and my arms tied downget outand when i opened my eyesyou were thereand i

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Postal Service - Such Great Heightsi am thinking it's a signthat the freckles in our eyes are mirror imagesand when we kissthey're perfectly alignedi have to speculatethat God himself did make usinto corresponding shapeslike puzzle pieces from the claytrue it may seam like a strectchbut it's thoughts like this that catchmy troubled head when you're awaywhen i'm missing you to death---------------

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I wonder if you're up here with me...floating above all of this organized choas ...Are you echoing my sentiments?It's going to be over soon, I say...and do you nod? Acknowledge the simplicity in the complicated?We're hovering above it all...not denying its existence but knowing that there's more than the conversation of it.When I think about you...things seem so profound. I haven't much to go on

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-85072231255553042002008-06-23T15:03:00.004-05:002008-06-23T15:19:13.403-05:00

If things were simple I suppose we would make it hard...just for kicksBut when things are hard...why do we make them harder?Let's simplify things...shall we?He said...she saidHe did...she didWhat is....isJust because I'm losing doesn't mean that I'm lostJust because I'm hurting doesn't mean I'm hurtAnd I saidDon't shake too hard because this is likely to crumbleTeetering on the brink of

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well i've been laying here for about 5 hours now...barely movingthe light peeking through the blinds shows me that the sun is shining and the trees are moving and...yes, i think i just saw a human formbut i'm in here...behind these walls, concealed from all that isand laying here serves a purpose.........right?i'm trying to find an emotion to stand on here...theres's so much to say about all of

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I remember I was about 10 years old and riding my bicycle down Briggs in Fairfield...with a walkman in one hand as I clutched the handle bars with the other...the wind was warm and I was wearing jean cutoff shorts and a t-shirt. My sun bleached hair whipping around my shoulders and headphones glued to my ears...a borrowed Bon Jovi tape playing...rewind...playing:Bon Jovi - Wild is the WindI tried

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I don't understand how we can be so in tune with each other one minute and then the next....notAnd the way you treat me is confusing...like it wouldn't matter if i was there or notPerhaps you're trying to stay detached so as not to get hurt...or maybe it's completely subconscious and you're just self-absorbed that way...or perhaps...i really just don't understandbut it upsets me...and i let it

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-37708922543403362792008-06-01T21:00:00.003-05:002008-06-02T09:38:17.772-05:00

I turned around and there you were...looking at me the way that I had always wanted you to. And I could feel your energy and your passion in the moment...it felt so real...and I thought:yes, hold me for now like you never want to let goplease keep looking at me like you've never seen anything so pureand touch me like you're drinking in my skinAnd then I woke up and saw...emotions of grandeurmy

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Fiona Apple - Never is a Promiseyou'll never see the courage i knowit's color's richness won't appeal within your viewi'll never glow the way that you glowyour presence dominates the judgments made on youbut as the scenery grows i see in different lightsthe shades and shadows undulate in my perceptionmy feelings swell and stretch; i see from greater heightsi understand what i am still too proud

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i feel beat down and disconnectedraped of my joy and robbed of my blissmy passion is waningmy motivation is obsoletei'm numb to touch and deaf to offerings of consolationi don't want to be here anymorei would take nothing but the clothes on my back to get away from thisrunning blindly into the forest thick with safetyi would crouch beneath the branchesi wouldn't make a soundi could fit

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-23347849251044061252008-05-19T22:09:00.003-05:002008-05-19T22:36:08.977-05:00

I'm exhausted - this facade is draining meI'm living in a house of mirrors - surounded by myself each way I turn...looking different at first, but it's always just me...perspectives change but the foundation remains...Jack Johnson - BreakdownRight now I need this old train to breakdownoh please just let me please breakdownI want to break on downBut I can't stop nowBut you can't stop nothing if

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-21491150745470773252008-05-18T00:35:00.003-05:002008-05-18T00:46:51.869-05:00

It seems that I have come here again to ponderI fall into a pattern of comfort and then I run away...but I keep coming backIt's all the same...even if it looks different.I want more from this then it can provide...I fear I will never find what it is I am looking for.When I watch movies with the stories about love that make me cry...all I can think is...I want that..why can't I have 'that'?...but

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-2600410729393750402008-05-13T22:53:00.002-05:002008-05-13T23:04:02.673-05:00

See the baby?My sister, Ananda, and Me!Rabiya and MeGlamour shot...I've been offered modeling contracts...but I'm all about being a ChiropractorToo precious

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-17144356608952197082008-05-13T22:47:00.003-05:002008-05-13T22:53:33.775-05:00

Isn't she precious?Can't get enough of this face! She and I were inseperable all weekend :-)Smiley babyI took her out into the ocean for the first time...her mumma had to cuddle her afterwards to keep her warmPooped...after a hard day at the beach

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-46318038560051969012008-05-13T22:35:00.004-05:002008-05-13T22:47:00.007-05:00

Just after a bath...I did her hair! :PShe loved to have her picture taken and was trying to come up with different ways to put her hands in each pictureThere's her cute little smile!Beach babe - right out of an Austin Power's movieThe hair just kills me!

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-64501783849454332432008-05-13T14:52:00.005-05:002008-05-13T15:31:18.822-05:00

I'm working on a thought.....Consciousness is half the battle...being aware and present to this moment....the moment that it becomes impervious to reason is the moment that it ends.I know that I've been conditioned to believe in this unequivocal truth of the heart. I have repeated the behavior enough to know what this is....and I have learned and changed through my experience to know that this

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-47813337996847911262008-05-08T22:40:00.004-05:002008-05-08T22:54:28.072-05:00

I've been like a ball of velcro rolling down a hill of dust and debris...collecting and collectingAnd it's been fitting into every inch of me...as I cling onto it with all of my strength, like it's part of me and means something...I wish I could crawl back in the womb for awhile and just be with all of this...slowly and purposefully picking away the covering that has become my foliage...the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-70055335634355241622008-05-06T22:53:00.004-05:002008-05-15T09:52:13.749-05:00

Coldplay plugs my ears. The tunes are tricking around my head and provoking this verbage. To get to this space I must hear music. A theme for the moment.Coldplay -Why does it always rain on me?..."i can't sleep tonight...everybody saying everything is alright...but i still can't close my eyes...i can see the end of the tunnel in all this light."It has come to my attention that I have been on

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-22010394626322788432008-05-01T21:41:00.002-05:002008-05-01T21:56:42.539-05:00

i am held here by the chains of shameyou wont' look at meas if sorry is enough to wipe awaythe way you have marred thisand the mirror glares back at metaking in the paini hold on to the grave stone of this lossscreaming for impossibilitiesand if you touched me you would feel itthe miles between usthere since the day i discoveredthe truthhow could you try to keep me herewhere would it make sense

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-80516481924002040612008-04-21T23:22:00.000-05:002008-04-21T23:29:33.932-05:00

In this heightened state of readiness I can't feel my heart. In a world that was once perfect bliss it is all torn apart. Nothing can quench this thirst for understanding what has made it all this way. Nothing could have prepared me for the games you are trying to play. We once were great and now we're not because you decided to stray.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-63158510855201285782008-04-16T10:45:00.003-05:002008-04-16T10:52:51.014-05:00

in my mindwe transcend this spacewe've created for ourselvesa space where we can never fitand when i say it out loudit sounds foreigna tongue i cannot comprehendbut i feel its realityin my heart it achesto think that it could beand if you said 'jump'i would take a running leap of faithinto the abyss of this insanityits on repeatthe way we once werewrapped up in our own spaceunaware of the magic

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-72769913258930574352008-04-10T22:30:00.002-05:002008-04-10T22:37:47.075-05:00

Perhaps this would all be a little more clear if you were listeningthe swell of the wind rushes away the clarity of this momentand all i can see are your eyesa cloud of dust over your face and you're goneif you reached a little further you could touch mewe could hold on to this without touchingconnecting in the absence of cautionjust it, the simplicity of admissioni crave the way your mouth felt

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-48694164809722244872008-03-11T13:15:00.002-05:002008-03-11T13:20:54.981-05:00

If I only remember the way you smiled when you saw the clothesthat might get me through. The way you put them on when I was thereto show me how much you liked them You tried to write me poetrystruggling to get the pen to work in concert with your brainfrustrated but determinedstruggling to get out while trapped inside And you pleaded to be let goso you’re gone now…And I can’t help but feel

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-2407935997121945752008-02-26T22:20:00.002-06:002008-02-26T22:33:05.357-06:00

what does it mean?i think tori amos was onto somethingi've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets, looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheetsbut what the fuck was SHE talking about?chains oh oh oh chainsand who the heck am i in all of this?got enough guilt to start my own religionand i can't even feel anything anymoreexcuse me but can i be you for awhile?if i touch the ground, will

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-81193113141384003662008-01-25T20:39:00.001-06:002008-01-25T20:45:56.383-06:00

i think it broke when i heard the news....crushed into tiny pieces...it can't be put back togethermy heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest - and your tears were only those for the guilt of admission...not for what you had just done to my heartbecause if you cared that much...you would never have done itthis one was going to be perfect...i was sure of that...i KNEW that...but i can only

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-79535486937625155552008-01-25T20:20:00.000-06:002008-01-25T20:29:13.027-06:00

it feels so lonely herei'm pretty sure if the walls fell in, no one would notice for a few daysi'm so suffocated i can't even discern my own cries for helphow can i selfishly expect others to notice?just keep on smilingi say - i'm lonely...and it makes me feel like punching a walli say - i'm depressed..and i want to crawl and hide from the reverberating boom of that admissionfucki just want to

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-91152478418886368162007-05-28T15:14:00.000-05:002007-05-28T15:17:35.605-05:00

Absence makes the heart grow fonder? To this I am not sure that I can agree.It's been a week now and it seems like eternity. Everything in slow motion without the feeling of completion at a day's end.I miss your hand in mine and the taste of you. I miss feeling you at my back as I fall asleep and seeing your face when I awake.It's unfair that you've been taken away from me. I know it's for good..

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-15870245507699049292007-04-11T17:58:00.000-05:002007-04-11T18:02:21.121-05:00

So this is what we've resorted to again...this background, behind the scenes bullshit?I'm not having anymore of it.I had to delete it all because it was too hurtful to think you could be so dishonest. That you would speak with such conviction to get what you wanted and when it became painfully clear that you wouldn't you just pushed it all away. You lack integrity.I hope you are finally able to

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-4508171526547475462007-04-09T22:19:00.000-05:002007-04-09T22:22:40.645-05:00

I'm getting married!!! August 21st in Camden, Maine at Vesper Hill Children's Chapel with the reception at Whitehall Inn (hopefully) and the "honeymoon" with friends and family at Twin Pines resort in Northern Maine!! Our 'real' honeymoon will take place after I graduate (December 2008) when we travel in Europe for a month!!Frederic and I are VERY excited!! We have been very busy planning

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-9183551738573517172007-01-18T19:38:00.000-06:002007-01-18T19:40:18.631-06:00

my stomach hurts...the whole thing....gut reaction....still reacting....only on the insidei can only let it hurt so much...and then i have to let golet it gocan't change the past...can't change it now...it was too late before it even 'was'it only goes to show that nothing is exactly as you perceive it....life isn't always that easybut i get to make the choice here...on the 'next step'purge

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-42094663088096207542006-12-28T19:29:00.000-06:002006-12-28T19:53:15.902-06:00

well, hello - blogger....remember me?it's been awhile...let's reminisce shall we?it seems there is SO much...almost too much. I'm quite overwhelmed with all there is to say...yet, simply...I'm in love with my life partner, my soul mate and I am so excited and happy with who, what, where, when and why I am..Life is an amazing journey....and I am blessed to be living and experiencing it the way I

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-73887344749859870652006-11-21T18:41:00.000-06:002006-11-21T18:55:54.566-06:00

At some point in timeUnrecognized by innocenceAbsurdity of structure lostImagination disslovedThe world suddenly pre-packagedPredictableYet continually deceptiveSand between toes Replaced by blistersSmiles with staresPlayfulness with plasticHonesty with canned responseDue process Just the way it isExpectationAcceptanceIgnoranceWe forgot to laughJust thenCelebrate the processAdjustingFeet webbed

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-77450319479968825732006-11-13T22:35:00.000-06:002006-11-13T22:51:29.706-06:00

Trimester four is winding down...I can hardly believe that I have been in chiropractic school for almost one complete year now...Next trimester (tri 5) i will be taking my Part 1 Board exam...one step closer yet to becoming a chiropractor! - I have to take four parts total before obtaining my licensethis trimester has been one of the most rewarding yet... I am tutoring quite a few students (80+)

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1161392040960092832006-10-20T19:35:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:13.717-06:00

DisparusThe grace of your existence lingersCheeks still wet with memoriesHeart heavy with absenceLife full for having known and knowing...A year passedEmotion just as intenseEverything on repeatReplayInability to change what isPaused on what wasI want to feel this pain right nowI'm so hollow***************My life in on overdrive. Every moment accounted for with studying, tutoring, sleeping,

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1160439223506263352006-10-09T19:05:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:13.621-06:00

Some time has passed since I have spilled my emotions onto this page...Somehow the whirlwind of life has caught me and has been running me through it's fingertips..It seems fitting that this page is available for me today as I am feeling that reflection is a necessity to make it through the rest of this day.My Grandmother has suffered some kind of cerebral infarction...one that the medical

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1157587372648493092006-09-06T18:51:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:13.518-06:00

Back to school today - YAYI have a feeling that I am going to LOVE tri 4Kind of off to a crazy start because there is some confusion with lab groups and what not (one of my jobs as Educational Coordinator is to put together lab groups - which somehow always seems to be a very hairy task)My vacation was AMAZING - I really had a great time in Maine seeing my family...my friend Kathy from

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1156380762546561102006-08-23T19:49:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:13.414-06:00

Life never really stops....even if that is the purpose of a vacation...to get away from the normal ins and outs of life...to get away from the drama...the humdrum...the mundane...even though it's a recurring lesson...I think I'll finally acknowledge it here...you just can't get away.I'm in Maine...visiting all of my family here...but the drama followed me.My best friend, April, called on Monday..

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1155568197031626642006-08-14T10:01:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:13.300-06:00

Well well....Path final is done!So far three finals down and 6 to go...UGHI just have to vent for a minute here..although this isn't something I want to remember and be able to read back on - it's the only venue I have available to vent right nowSo - took this pathology exam a few hours ago that I studied my ass off for...I have been studying for a week and I really felt like I knew the

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1155349437599137602006-08-11T21:20:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:13.186-06:00

It's been a LONG but really short week....Finals started today!!I also moved a lot of my old apartment into my new one today...I'm exhausted!7 more finals to go on monday, tuesday and wednesday of next week and then I have to finish moving my apartment by the 17th because on the 18th I leave for Maine with Kathy for TWO WEEKS!!!Then...when I get back, I'm going truckin' with Frederic!!! I can't

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1154723066475866502006-08-04T15:15:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:13.081-06:00

Essence of you bottled on the shelfRose petals scattered on the floorI know you're not hereI can feel the wind at my backMy heart sees your smile and hears your laguhterThe energy of you radiates in my bodyWe share this moment through timeless dimensionsThe last time our lips touched still lingersThe pattern waningMemory faded as days have turned to weeks to monthsMoving through time seems

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1154553751069974452006-08-02T16:22:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:12.982-06:00

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1154494900126358882006-08-02T12:08:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:12.884-06:00

There is something to be said about getting what you ask for.It's been something I have become much more conscious of lately. How powerful I am in creating my reality just simply through what I say and think.That's how Frederic came to be. I said 'I'm ready'...and wow, he didn't waste any time...there he was that same night...And I continue to create....as you do...in every breath...every second.

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1154472763184525052006-08-01T17:28:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:12.790-06:00

I've had a pretty incredible week....and it's tuesday....Well - I would have to say that my incredible week really started on saturday...On Saturday I dropped by cell phone in the sink while washing my hands...UGH...now it doesn't work - well, the key pad doesn't work...the only button that works is the 'end' button...pretty much all i can do is turn it on and off...so, FUCK...and i have no time

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1154307567455940882006-07-30T19:38:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:12.689-06:00

I think I had the best weekend of my life...Last night I went on a date with my boyfriend, Frederic...it was amazingWe went to PF Changs which is a Chinese restaurant here in STL (they are all over the country though) and it was the BEST food I have had in a long time. Frederic is a vegetarian and so we shared the best vegetarian dishes. We had vegetable lettuce wraps and vegetable dumplings for

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1154147703165805272006-07-28T23:31:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:12.552-06:00

It should be illegalYou over thereMe hereTwo islands in an open seaSo closeSo far awayMy heart craves youMy body desires youMy energy beckoning yoursBut I will close my eyes tonightAgain, loverAnother night with your spiritSearching the sheetsRemnants of your smellLingeringFantasies of what will beTomorrow

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1153807863797047142006-07-25T01:06:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:12.435-06:00

Life and it's mysterious ways are continually keeping me on my toes...Each day I am challenged and at the end of every day I am thankful...to have lived another, experienced another, learned another thing about life.A few weeks ago I said I was 'ready'...and there it was - here it isMy heart is open...I am so excited for the futureMy face is glued in this position - so happy!

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1153539281377201982006-07-21T22:17:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:12.322-06:00

it fits right therebetween rhyme and reasontruth and darea creation of my ownthe mold pre-existingdusty on the shelfwaiting in the evesbeckoning acknowledgementsomething to learnexperiencefeelbetogether to make oneexisting separatelysharing a common bondnourishingpatientsupporting nature supporting itselfacceptingtwo souls to one

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1153509605447665142006-07-21T14:01:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:12.217-06:00

I love the electricity in the air when it is storming - I feel so alivePerhaps it is hard to relate here...so that those who are reading can feel the real essence of what I am talking about...but I'm going to try.When it's about to storm I get very excited....and I can feel the energy in the air. The hair on my body stands up and I feel like my whole body is tingling. I feel energized. I believe

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1152681785153057502006-07-12T00:17:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:12.108-06:00

This song by Rascal Flatts called 'What Hurts the Most' came on the radio tonight when I was studying with my friend Michael at Maryville University and I was instantly sucked in...I couldn't do anything but listen to the song...there were hundreds of thoughts running through my head instantly and I felt really moved.Funny how that happens sometimes...I get that way with songs...somehow I align

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1152593667078826932006-07-10T23:45:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:11.748-06:00

So I was sitting in St. Louis Bread Co. tonight (Panera to those of you not familiar with it's original alias) doing some studying for my pathology exam on friday...needed a change of scenery tonight....and on one of my 'breaks' I was people watching the table nearby...a young man about mid 20's and his mother, grandmother and grandmother's sister....the older ladies were so sweet..they had to at

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1152508065146084012006-07-09T23:10:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:11.635-06:00

My fortune cookie today said: "We aren't just here to exist. We are here to create."At first...I thought it was an omen that some how I had immacuately conceived...because until 4 o'clock this afternoon I was 11 days late getting my period...I haven't had sex for about a year now...so, Immaculate conception it had to be...if that were the case, I surely would have had a new found appreciation for

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1151981542375199022006-07-03T21:46:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:11.552-06:00

I've been more conscious of what I am putting into my body lately and I am feeling GREAT about it.The only beverage that I consume is water...at least 100 fl oz. a day...studies have shown that you should drink at least 1/2 your body weight in fl oz of water a day...so i am doing just fine there!I have also been eating only natural foods...trying to avoid processed foods at all costs...it's

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1151860329964841642006-07-02T12:10:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:11.431-06:00

The weekend before last I worked in the anatomy lab with brains and brainstems for the neuro students for a total of 20 hours. That's twenty hours of inhaling formaldehyde...that's a lowered immune system...that's Sarah being sick for the last 5 days....finally starting to feel better today and it's Fourth of July weekend...lots of studying to do - in fairfield for a few daysthat's the update at

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1151203732596039582006-06-24T21:32:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:11.345-06:00

I look into the eyes of the opposingSearching for an adhesion of feelingA commonality between soulsA bridge of energyI sing my soulSomedayIt will be heardI like to sip lattesRide motorcyclesHike in the woodsRead novels on reincarnationI enjoy fishingListening to jazz musicCamping in the woodsAppreciating artI dance to rap musicSing to classicalCry to countryHead bang to rockI like to talk about

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1150758278425960752006-06-19T17:53:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:11.247-06:00

What a weekend!!Kathy and I went to Iowa on Friday night for a whole 4 hours...my dad's play was GREAT! So it was well worth it...but man, driving ~8 hours total there and back in ONE day was pretty exhausting!We got back to Kat's at about 3:30 in the morning and I had to be up at 7 for my seminar!!!Which ROCKED by the way - I am so glad that I did that this weekend...not only for the fact that

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1150476644234658012006-06-16T11:36:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:11.155-06:00

What a crazy week it has been - first neuro test for the students I tutor on Wednesday - seems to have gone pretty well...I am getting rave reviews, which is nice because I was a little worried that I wasn't going to be able to get teach this stuff as well as I learned it..but I guess I am!!!I have even had a few students ask me if I will do private tutoring...uhm, YEAH...I love tutoring because

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1149984046902606082006-06-10T18:30:00.001-05:002006-11-12T23:01:11.070-06:00

I have been planning on going to Maine now for about a month...it has been WAY TOO LONG since I have seen my family! Especially my Gram Worsfold...what an amazing woman!So, I was talking to Kathy about Maine...my Gram Worsfold in Belfast by the Ocean and my mother's parents in the mountains on a lake in a log cabin - outhouse included....And she said she would love to come with me....so I made

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Music always touches me - lately...Vertical Horizon has been the soundtrack to my life...I now have all their albums and listen religiously...here is the song of the day:Best I Ever HadSo you sailed awayInto a grey sky morningNow I am here to stayLove can be so boringNothing's quite the same nowI just say your name nowBut it's not so badYou're only the best I ever hadYou don't want me backYou're

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I was having a conversation with my dear friend, Kathy last night and realized some things about how I have been feeling lately.It's interesting how I do that...talk through my feelings - It seems that more often than not when something is lingering below the surface and is kind of in the back of my head for a few days...all I really need to do is talk it out with someone and 'voila!' I arrive at

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The kids are here right now - sleeping angels. We spent the evening together...playing in the pool in front of my parents house, eating pizza at Chatauqua and playing on the playground...playing in the pool again...taking a bath (them, not me)...watching a little bit of a movie...and then cuddling in bed for over an hour past their bedtime - singing songs like old mcdonald and rock-a-bye-baby...

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I am not ready to be in any kind of male/female relationshipSingledom it is - I need to work on me...I really doEverything is relative

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Acknowledgement, Sacrifice & LoveThe screen is blurred through my tears - your honesty has amazed me againAll I needed were those words. Words.I am smiling again.I have given a lot of energy to this experience. I have remained honest with everything and everyone about this. The raw way that we relate and understand each other.I have sacrificed sanity, foundation and knowing...I feel love.Maybe

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I'd like to be able to understand what happenedAt what point and why things have suddenly become differentI don't get where the integrity was lost - or if it was ever even thereI can only wonder if I am exaggerating this or if it's everything that I thought it was...I feel like I a scrambling here for something secure. The floor has dropped.I would like to ask for advice - but I feel as though no

Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07244253138253301069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5370041.post-1147581185004806212006-05-13T23:20:00.000-05:002006-11-12T23:01:09.950-06:00

Here it is again - this damn funk...I should document this...I think there is a pattern hereI need to talk this out:Classes started this week - BORING....*yawn* - so far anyway30 credit hours and so there is A LOT to do there...but, wow...the days seem like weeks. I can't wait for things to kick in and to start tutoring...But this funk...yeah, hmmWoke up this morning after a late night down at

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I wonder what it would look like if none of this were realI wonder who I would be if I stopped believing in myselfEach day seems so effortless. The minutes keep ticking away...Somehow, however, nothing is ever consistent.But I keep searching for something....to make sense

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