poetry

When I was young, poetry was my least favorite form of writing. When your world is made up of black and white, you don't understand colors. You cannot grasp them. Now that my world is no longer black and white, the vivid colors of poetry make me happy. I think this is because poetry must come from the soul and the soul speaks more deeply and colorfully than the mind.

There has been alot of heartache in my family during the past 48 hours. My sister found someone she really liked, and then scared him away with her defensive sarcastic humor. Her ex-boyfriend has had trouble letting her go, and she had to have a face-to-face talk with him. She hated to crush his hopes, but they aren't right for eachother at this point in their lives.
My brother Nathanael was supposed to go out with his new girlfriend to celebrate their one month anniversary. (It's his first girlfriend.) After she was supposed to have called him, he called their work to see if she was still there. She wasn't. He took the dog for a walk, and walked passed her house. She wasn't home.  I told him just to wait and see what her explanation was before writing her off. Things happen and misunderstandings are part of building relationships. I don't know if he believed me or not. My younger brothers and sister who have been in relationships think I don't know what I'm talking about. I've just never met a guy who wanted me, and knew actually who I was. There have been two or three that thought they'd like to date me, but that's only because they couldn't see who I really was. The three or four that I've been interested in probably thought the same thing as I.

It is beyond time for my day to commence. Mornings spent in bed reading and writing make me happy.




"One more tear
Falling down your face
Doesn't mean that much
To the world

Let it go
The damage in your heart
Let it go
The damage in your heart"  -Weezer