Progress

Checking.

Respecting and wrought from sleep.

Torn and tattered I deteriorate.

Broken and bitter never felt so great.

I push on and through because this is where I want to be.

I feel strong and ready to fight another day.

So many things I can't write them down here.

The earth moves and carries my once again. I am feeling this.

I know that this is only the beginning.

A life and expectant and the world is suddenly brand new.

I see new colors for the first time and reflect now on how things should have been...

Would have been...

A world of amazement and I tear it apart again ready to progress.

This road has been battered and repaired but traveled none the less.

I am waiting for this.

I am ready for this.

DEar god,
I am happier than I would like to admit. I am fortunate to find a new life expectant. I am the happiest for this gift that you gave me. I mist and think of why I can feel so lucky. A second chance to find bliss in this less than altruistic existence.

I'm thinking I owe you one. I will eat my vegetables, and I will not to use your name in vein in any way. Thank you for this gift that you gave me.

Next

If you can tell me what will be next,
will you please tell me.

Secrets are like apples growing like gold on the trees of life. To pick them ripe will only spoil the fruit but please.

I need to know for tomorrow.

I can't wait to finish this and find a new thing to erect; because I need to put this to rest. Anticipation is hanging and hope holds on for now. Please carry this.

Two it may concern,

To this mindless person whom I will never meet and will never have the chance to remember or forget. To this headless beast who holds tomorrow in his hand. I need to politely demand your hand to help me with this.

I need to get next.

Rocket

First I must say a rocket has nothing to do with it. It's just a replacement for something not known to me. It's something I forgot to do. It's something I forgot to say. It's god's way of slapping me once again for something. It's that guy called Murphy laughing at me again. I wish I could go back and retract my previous mismatch. My happiness depends on her happiness and for this I am ready to do what it takes.

Project Management

I'll write you an epic...

But first I'll need to think of it.

I need to clear my head and be direct and straight up is what I need. I see and try to peer into but it all becomes unclear. Where am I and how do I get where I need to go.

Sometimes I get lost on my way and feel insecure.

Sometimes I have days where I feel more confident.

Sometimes I wish I had more talent.

Sometimes I feel like a glass with nothing in it.

I wish I had more motivation than to just sit. I'm looking for inspiration or a sparkle or something to hit me and strike me down. Something to hit me hard and heavy and motivate me to get up. Something to taunt me and make me angry and spit at me until I have to choice but to react. Sometimes I feel I owe it to the people I love to get involved and tangled up with something. Something successful; something that will work; Get a better job; do something to make my mom proud. It pains me to be lethargic.

I wish I was on target.

I wish I had the feeling I have more to do with it. The feeling of moving at a speed in a vector, in a vacuum. No regrets; just patience as I press. Leading to success.

Maybe I need more rest.

Strange man in a holy town

I'm Jesus he said as he spit love and digression and made the world all a wonderment. Have no fear as fear is not a virtue. A certain truth and self evidence is worth everything in a world without boundaries. I find this to deceive me all the time. Forgive me if I fail to believe in this. I'm godless but not forgotten or dismissed. A higher power created me but until i see things I have trouble with where my alliance is. Is this a sin to have uncertainty? Is it blasphemy?

Pail

You keep dreams and futures in a tall glass bucket like colors on a palette. Climbing the hill can be too much trouble for a bright young girl to handle.

Colors splash aground never to make a sound and slip in slivers in the carved stone stairs. Colors rich with optimism but sometimes weathered with depression. Blue hits red and colors spread never to be the same again.

Carry this pail up to the side of forever and tell me this is not possible. Shedding with every step might spell disaster but every day past goes faster. I want to be the one to hold you up when time stands still.

Take the color to the countryside and I will.