Losing losing. lost.

There are times when you have forgotten who you are.
You once were that person with that thing. At that place. In that town, with that feeling. With that music. With that person. That you simply enjoyed hanging out with. You just loved walking, talking and slushy thingys.
Once upon a time you used to make weird little paper creatures and write little notes and pass them in between classes.
Once upon a time.
It was more interesting to just be.
I'm sorry to all of you who wish for me to be someone that I am not.
I suppose simply because if I was someone else...well then perhaps your life would be more interesting. But I'm really just me. And I am sure that you know a me.
And a me.
Is just too plain ol' boring for this side of the coast.
So, hit me up when you get bored. I'll still be here. Sitting. In. The. Same. Old.Boat.
Floating along the same old track. Just chillin' waiting for a change of scenery.
I am so blessed. Seriously! How was I so blessed to have such wonderful people in my life.
The opportunities set before me are basically, endless. The outcomes may not be all great. But truthfully possibilities are endless. And for that I am thankful.
I can make it anything I want really, with God's will.
I love people.
I love love.
And...............to all of you dreamers and believers out there. TIME IS FICTION.BELIEVE IT OR NOT IT REALLY IS HAPPENING AGAIN.
i love it!

Rain.

Rain is still falling hard on the window.
The little girl still sits trembling with her little stuffed creature held tightly to her chest.
Tears continue to stream as she cries out for her mother.
However, her mother does not make a move.

Those people, are still inside Isalah's house.
She does not breathe. If she breathes she dies.
She can not afford to break her promise to her mother.


Yep.