one for me

i say what i mean. and i mean what i say.
what i am saying now, you are the one for me.
i met lots of boys and i've bought lots of coffee.
but you are the only one whose attention has caught me.

i'm falling for you Mr.
I'm falling for you Mr.

how did this happen? i didn't see it coming.
but now that it is, to it i am running.
I'm afraid of love, but I am willing.
with out you i am alone in this crowded city.
do you hear what i am saying, or should i say it even louder?
or would you rather i say it a bit softer?

love is a risk and life is one too.
and we're not meant to live alone, so im making room for you.
will you make some room for me? I can't see my life apart from yourself,
i want pictures of us on top of a shelf.

wise wisdom by a wise man.

Lord, whatever this day may bring—your name be praised.

I lied quietly in bed this morning. I lied there til noon. I didn't want to leave its warmth, it's safety, it's comforting touch, I didn't want to leave because I felt sad. I normally don't feel sad but this morning I was.

my morning beverage.

I am honestly so obsessed with coffee... I drink so much within a day, that I think I need to go on a fast from it. I have at least two cups in the morning and probably another two before 6pm. To some people out there my coffee in take seems so little compared to others. But to me. its a whole lotta caffeine baby!

twons

And so, does the destination matter? Or is it the path we take? I declare that no accomplishment has substance nearly as great as the road used to achieve it.

Lord Jesus, come yourself, and dwell with us, be human as we are, and overcome what overwhelms us.
-Bonhoeffer

We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that

people act in a certain way. We can not change the inevitable. 

The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have,

 and that is our attitude.

iamaoldbeatuptruckreadytohitthoseopenroads

I want to take a road trip. This has got to be the worst case of wanderlust ever. I want to get out of here and head somewhere with no plan in mind, just me and some music. A big, old, run-down pickup truck-the kind that still plays mix-tapes, the authentic kind-that also plays cd's. I don't care where I go, but I want to get in this truck and go, just go-fast! So fast i can feel the breeze that walks hand in hand with all of the other cliches. I want to bring one big pad of paper and write everything down. And when I don't have paper (or I run out) I want to write on stones on scraps of receipts or hotel doodle-pads or even candy wrappers. I'll buy a bike and peddle down small town streets and sleep under mountain peeks. I want to go to music festivals and meet the locals of every town and visit landmarks-the most major interesting ones to the trivial and silly ones. I want to feel the ocean hug my legs, eat sea food! lobster, eel, and all those other seaweed creatures. I want to taste the best local coffee shops around! I want to Because yesterday I learned something and this truth made me realize how badly I ache to get out and go."Everybody has got to take a road trip at least once in their lives. Just you and some music."-Elizabeth-town 

woods

I've always had this weird fascination with forests. They made me think of my favorite movie, Peter Pan. And I remember this dream once as a kid, where I was running through a forest of these red woods. There were dozens and dozens of flowers laying upon the forests floor. It looked like magic. I felt so free, so beautiful, I felt like it was my little dream world, where I could do anything and be anything.

 I spun with my arms stretched out wide catching the gold haze falling from the sky. Its light shot through the leaves and touched my skin. Its warmth settled within me. I begun to run as the flower petals flew into the air and trailing behind me, catching the tips of my hair. I was searching for something in my dream, I don't know what I was that I searching for, but I think it was someone? someone calling my name. But I couldn't find him. I remember this dream so clearly. 

early bird

i saw the early bird, and thought of him
laying with open eyes, if he is careful
not to wake the one he loves the most

I saw the early bird, and couldn't help
but lately my open eyes, are too careful
to wake the one beside, and be still, as i think of he

I saw the early bird, and wondered why
my heart will never be, the one beside
his careful early eyes, as the morning lights the skies
does he ever lay any thoughts of me?

I saw the early bird, and i tried so hard
to move with my mustered seed, the mountains between
the desert and stream, so that even though he is careful
that i could be woken by his open eyes