December 2010
Let Me Just Say
I let you go.
And you
And you
And you
And you..
I let all the transgressors go..in freedom and peace. I’ve been wounded, and I’ve scarred. I’m not innocent, yet I can be naïve. I’m a leader yet I choose to mistakenly follow.
It’s time to let you go.
Old habits.
I retire thee with the coming day.
Old wounds..I shall dress you and let you heal properly.
I...
“To make a bad day worse, spend it wishing for the impossible.”
– Calvin & Hobbes (via quote-book)
blech.
i
can’t take
admiring others’ work
without contributing to mine
any longer because i can’t
function in this manner any more.
2011 goal: seek for neverland..
Part of me wonders what happened to my sparkle ..I need to find it PRONTO. not being encouraged and being criticized REALLY broke my creative spirit. I’m just weird. & THAT’S okay with me..because I LOVE IT ..
I will never be that thick-hipped big-booty chick with long hair in music videos grinding on rappers.
I’d be the photographer snapping the flicks.
I’ll never...
insomnia arrived again...
Or maybe it’s the cousin of insomnia, dreamlackia…I know..it was corny..
I just HATE when I can’t sleep. And I abhor being up dreaming about things I can’t control ..
GRR.
My doll-faced niece is out in Kentucky as I type, visiting her basketball coach father. I’m feeling it in my heart for her…she’s so precious and so jaded at such an early age. But...
la.la.la.loveee.
It’s technically early morning. I’m up late, and I haven’t done this in a very long time. I’m anxious. A little hesitant because the last time I did this, it ended horrifically. No one believed I was capable of causing such a ruckus. I didn’t even realize anyone would care.
They’re watching me, waiting to see what I’m going to do next.
Oh yes, I’m...
my little secret #1:
I wish I understood shoe language.. I have no idea what Jordans are which, how to tell the difference between when a shoe came out, the names, etc.
I would love to own sneakers. Sigh.
yo...check me out *beatboxes* →
shoutout to The Rudiez :D
Franca D (ME): What is it? →
francad:
what am I
who am I?
will I ever be loved
the thought of yearning
wanting a companion
to hold
have that ever lasting touch and love
to look into his eyes
and know, forever know
that I am his
and he is mine
I see it on television, in movies,
every where but reality
the idea vision does…
