January 31, 2012


I don't know what I'm doing right now, but all I can do is keep working. Keep thinking. Keep breathing.

Back to the bottom where no one goes... And I'm surrounded by my own thoughts and music.

January 30, 2012

January 24, 2012


My little brother came home from school today and was so excited to tell me this joke that his biology teacher Mr. Myrup told him.

Once there was a potato.  He fell in love with a news reporter, and decided to marry her.  His father opposed, saying, "You can't marry her! She's a commentator!! *Common-tater....



January 21, 2012


Like sitting alone in concerts.

January 19, 2012

Let's tear down that wall.

Let me live in a tree.

If I did, maybe I'd feel free.

And I wouldn't feel the cold from the winds because I'd make a jacket out of leaves, and I'd make the vines into a hammock.

I'd eat salad for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and for dessert, I'd drink the sap.

All the birds would teach me how to sing and whistle, and we'd have nice conversations about the best places to find the best berries and how it is to fly carelessly.

But I'm not a bird, and I shouldn't live in a tree, so I'll just be me.

January 18, 2012

tell me.

Will it always be this way?
I'm too tired to feel.

January 17, 2012

When compared to a flower.

Flowers stand together.  Flowers stand alone.  They never complain or chatter - or if they do, I cannot tell.

If I were a flower, I'd wilt away without anyone to notice.  Flowers are delicate and sensitive to the conditions beyond their control, but with the help of another existence, oblivious it may be to them, they are protected and nourished.

Every flower - different - every flower that stands on separate earth.

But we're not flowers - and we're not plants - We're not anything but human, regardless astounding similarities we find among other life.

I am human.  We are human.  As delicate and fragile we are, we have the ability to change, to choose, to create.  Flowers co-exist - we too must co-exist.

In that sense, we are flowers.

When I have time.

I practice.
I plan.
I write in my journal.
I write letters.
I post on my blog.
I take a walk.

Time is all we have.  We can't waste it on pointless things.

Maybe this blog is a pointless thing, I don't know.

January 8, 2012


I dont want to be stuck in the past.

This year, I'm setting my standards and working hard to reach them every day.
This life's not about winning competitions, looking cool, or hanging out with friends.
It's about determination to conquer our weaknesses and become stronger.
Life is about respecting ourselves enough to change and become better people.
Life is self-worth, love, endurance, optimism, and never settling for less than our very best.

I've been slacking, so this year, I am going to find myself through productivity and hard work.

January 6, 2012

I can't justify my mistakes.
I'm nothing alone.

January 5, 2012

Written thoughts.

For the moments you're alone, there's a secret to a little pleasant satisfaction.  When it's hard to put thoughts into words or you're feeling all pent up, write your thoughts down.
Words might just flow onto those blank sheets.  Suddenly, you're a philosopher, a counselor, an artist, or merely someone who needs to organize overwhelming thoughts.
I suggest using your favorite pen.  The process is more enjoyable that way.  

Honestly, even though I'm surrounded by people I call friends, I don't feel entirely secure.  Inside my head, I'm screaming. I don't think I'm the only one who feels this way.  The feeling makes my heart want to burst, to find refuge and serenity.  Somehow I'll throw away my insecurities.