:: Tread Softly ::

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light

I would spread the cloths under your feet,
But I, being poor, have only my dreams,
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

W.B. Yeats

:: First post of 2011 ::

I’m letting myself feeling the greatest amount possible.

When broken, I’m letting myself feel every piece of that grief.  Absorbing the purest of pain.  Cry with sad songs on, I overeat or I don’t eat at all.  I lie in bed all day, call a friend sobbing.  Messing up with my sleeping pattern, and write depressing entries that if anyone else got a hold of would probably call a suicide hotline for me.

I let it all out.   Because I’m sure I’ll be happy again someday.

Right now, I’m at my best, I dance in my bedroom, laugh out until I can’t breathe, sing annoying song at the top of my lungs, take a million pictures especially in my mind and smirking around like an idiot. I so treasure these moments.  Because I know, I’ll be sad again, soon.

And right now I live despite what I have or haven’t done, whom I’ve lost along the way, and though there is always going to be someone like Agent Smith in The Matrix movie series in this world. I just live life like I’m going to be squished by Godzilla tomorrow. I live as if I’m about to randomly spontaneously combust. Taking it all in.

But there’s only one thing, in chance that flaming meteors started hitting the earth right this moment, I “couldn’t” have that someone (well, you know) I could call up just to say ‘Hey, Can I hold you a little closer today because I heard the zombies are going to attack or its gonna be a nuclear explosions or something?’ 

Or saying the simple three words ‘I love you’.

My point is, people, I don't have one a point.  I just wanted to wish Happy New Year!!!