"Sleeps with Butterflies" - Tori Amos Q: "If you only had one minute to live, what would you do?" A: "I'd make every second count." It's hard for me to put logic into anything that's happened this last year and it'll soon be my turn to hit a new age in a couple of months. It's not like I'll gain an extra sense of clarity by then. (If that was the case, I'd probably show more enthusiasm). It's just that I didn't picture myself to be here, doing pretty much the same thing as I was doing before. I know no one ever does, but I had a plan. A good one. And being back at square one sure does suck when I did everything I could to move forward. I guess this is what happens when I invest into something that doesn't have the strength to stand still. So, what now? You wanna jump off a plane? It's a shame my solid ground was too much for you. Apparently, you're not alone. It seems all the boys wanna be butterflies nowaday...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.