Thursday, August 29, 2019

Let Me Love You

I used to believe
We were burning on the edge of something beautiful
Smoke and mirrors keep us waiting on a miracle

Go through the darkest of days
Heaven is a heartbreak away

Never let you go
Never let me down

It's been a hell of a ride
Driving the edge of a knife

Don't you give up on us
I won't give up

Let me love you

Don't fall asleep
At the wheel 
We've got a million miles ahead of us

All that we need
Is a rude awakening
to know we're good enough

Never let you go
Never let me go

Friday, August 23, 2019

Lovely

Thought I found a way
Thought I found a way out
But you never go away
So I guess I gotta stay now

Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

Isn't it lovely? All alone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome home

Walking out of time
Looking for a better place
Something's on my mind
Always in my head space

But I know someday I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive outside I can't fight my fear

Isn't it lovely? All alone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello. Welcome home

Friday, August 16, 2019

Space


I’ve came to the realization that losing a loved one generates an immense crater of regret within. This bowled-out depression is filled with so much regret, it’s endless in its own time. I feel like I could’ve done more. I could’ve spent a little more time in the hospital with him or cooked him more meals. I could’ve fetched him more water or sat with him a little longer while he watched TV. But all these thoughts won’t change the utter fact that he’s gone and that I will never get that time back. Time is all you have, until one day, you don’t.

His Notes


From time to time I find his post-it notes in between my books, in my office drawers, inside my purse, etc. I find them just about everywhere! And each time I find them, I read into them a little more than I should. I pay attention to his punctuation and the usage of his pronouns; his words of endearment towards me. I try to picture him in the moment, carrying out his act of kindness, jotting down what comes to mind. He certainly makes my whole world a lot better. And his loving words fill me up with so much joy. 

Friday, August 2, 2019

Update On Life

I am halfway through Tara Westover's memoir, Educated, and I'm simply appalled by the life she has lived as a child. I can't wait to finish it! I've been so preoccupied with work, and well. . . life; I haven't had much time to write or post anything on here. But I'll get back to it, eventually. Happy Friday!

Update 08/16/2019

While I sit here at work waiting for my boss to finish up a last minute bid, I can quickly give a short review on this memoir. This book kept me up at night, even after I put it down - it unraveled thoughts and emotions that haven't surfaced in years.  As much as the words on the paper caused me pain and agony to read, I couldn't look away, I couldn't stop reading. To say the least that Tara had a rough life, is an understatement, it's  not the right word to describe what she endured. At the end of it all, she's a survivor. And through education she learned to look at the world differently, with her own eyes, not her fathers, not her brothers. She not only educated herself, she was able to accomplish so much more than someone who has the privilege and is fortunate enough to attend an establishment that offers some sort of education. 

Friday, June 28, 2019

No Fool Here

“You are not fool’s gold, shining only under a particular light. Whomever you become, whatever you make yourself into, that is who you always were.” 

― Tara Westover, Educated

I Need This

“I shed my guilt when I accepted my decision on its own terms, without endlessly prosecuting old grievances, without weighing his sins against mine. Without thinking of my father at all. I learned to accept my decision for my own sake, because of me, not because of him. Because I needed it, not because he deserved it.”

― Tara Westover , Educated

Anything But

"Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn’t be one of them.”

— Tiffanie DeBartolo

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