Deep thoughts

The greatness of a man is measured by his capacity to endure suffering...

Falling

Storm clouds gather,
Dark rain falls into bottomless pit
The blackness swallows me
Falling, falling,
when will it stop?

Clawing, scratching
Trying to climb
How much easier
to
Just keep
falling

Reach the top,
Don’t stop to rest
Hands pulling, pushing
Dragging me down and
I’m Falling again

Why Blog?

Ok, so apparently blogging is just not one of the things I am very good at. Then again, I was never one of those girls who kept a diary either. It isn't that I have a problem expressing myself, it is just that most of the time I don't really have anything interesting to say!

I have read blogs where people give every mundane detail of their lives, and while that is great for them, it just isn't what I want to do...I don't think that anyone really wants to hear about how I got up this morning and brushed my teeth and drove to work in the cold having forgotten to start my car in advance so that it could warm up. Nor is anyone particularly interested in how many FEMA forms I cataloged this week or any of the other multitude of tedious tasks that I have accomplished (or failed to accomplish). Or probably even that I got my second character to 80 on World of Warcraft over the Thanksgiving weekend...Maybe if I had a more interesting life I would feel more compelled to share it, or maybe if my life was more interesting I wouldn't have time to blog...it is hard to say.

So what is it that makes some people feel the need to share their experiences (even the most routine) with others, while other people are content to remain unheard and unnoticed?

Darkness Falls

It's beginning...again...

15...25...35...is there a pattern here, or coincidence?

I can feel it creeping,
the corners of my brain
the foggy dripping darkness

I hate my Self...
I hate the world
for making me feel this way...

I know this path
I've been here before

The only question is
how far
how far down will I go?

I haven't found the bottom yet
I always seem to find a way out

how many times can I escape
before I just keep falling?

Welcome Back

My poor, neglected little blog...

If anyone is actually reading this, they are probably wondering if I feel off the face of the earth or what…the short answer is no, I’m still here!

The winters here where I live are so long and cold and depressing that the first time the sun comes out and it is finally warm…the whole place goes crazy!

It becomes even harder to commit to doing the things that need to get done…currently my house is a disaster, my lawn is in desperate need of mowing (my lawnmower is broken), the blog has languished in neglect, my online friends think I have died or something, and…I DON’T CARE!

I know quite well that winter will come again soon enough, so I have been spending more time outside, trying to enjoy the sun while I can…so I haven’t forgotten the blog, I just haven’t been motivated to post!

I just wanted to pop in and say hi!

I promise that once the weather changes I will be back to posting more frequently…

HAPPY SUMMER!

Welcome to the Blogosphere

Ok, well it seems that everyone I know has a blog of one sort or another, and while I am not exactly sure what the purpose of this one is, I have been told that blog writing, like diary writing, can be an experience of self discovery. That the act of writing things down, whether in a little book that you carefully hide under your bed so that your little brother can't read it, or here on the internet where it is available to everyone in the known universe, helps to solidify ideas in your mind. So I thought ok, I just finished school and I have some free time, why not give it a shot...