[I've] been

the pages in her diary thus far.

"Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore."
— Zora Neale Hurston

you go to my [head]

"You will receive love only to your ability to be vulnerable enough to let it in. Love between two people is a fearless state of being where who you are and who they are is given and received without fear of engulfment or abandon. The underlying belief of this state is complete trust regardless of outcome."

- Mastin Kipp

I used to...

write all the time but, lately I can't seem to find the words. Or place them in a manner that is aesthetically pleasing, if that can be used to describe good reading. I guess I've hopped off the block that writer's usually get stuck on. (Even though I don't really consider myself a REAL writer. ) My thoughts run together, nothing is making sense. I tend to ramble but, bear with me. I'm getting better. I just want to be C L O S E; today was hard.

I'm Back?

Shit, I haven't written here in forever well, since last Summer.
[Same thing right?]
I usually retreat here when I am tired of the world and Twitter, and Tumblr. Something I know not many people frequent. Hell, I don't care if anyone ever reads this blog, at least I know I got it out. Out of me and into the universe, no longer inside me eating me up. Right now I feel alone because no one but me can understand my situation. No one can understand what I am doing, I am waiting, learning patience because I can't see myself being anywhere else. God give me strength.