True love:

The hardest thing to find, the easiest to neglect.

Ogres.

I keep my mind busy so that I don't give it time to ponder insignificance. Because once I do that, the monster in my mind escapes, trying to pull me back into its dark depths. No mind, you can't have me. I have a life to live.

Hearts and smiles

You get out of the universe what you put into it. Be good to everyone, and everyone will be good in return. Those who aren't good to you in return will get what they put into the universe, so pay them no mind, and wish them well.

Fly.

Sometimes the greatest act of love is letting something go, when you know you're stopping each other from achieving their greatest potential. I let my dove go, out of love. Fly dove, and go chase your dreams.

First chapter.

I could write a whole book of the sweet, inspirational things you whisper in my ear.

Conquest.

Every morning I am told "have a great day, I love you, now go conquer the world."

This is the best thing anyone can hear at the alpha of their day. Everybody should say this to someone they love, or maybe even a stranger. It's uplifting and powerful.

Fears

Tonight I am alone, sober, and smokeless. I'm facing my biggest fears.

All I have is music to keep me company.

Tangles.

I'm so mangled nobody can understand me. Not even myself. It's my greatest curse.

Blue and green.

A soul was dropped on my path today, on the corner of Davie and Granville. He told me that my auras are blue and green. Blue means calm, and it was fighting, trying to overcome the green aura. Green means emotions. My life is like an hourglass that has been suddenly flipped over. The green sand, my emotions that I am fighting, are being covered in calm blue sand. I don't want the sand on this half of the timer to run out. So I shall make my egg timer bigger, and add more sand.

Once upon a time.

I met someone. He writes and stuff. Scripts. Lots of things. And he took my very real, very blunt life, and spun it into a story. My life became a dream again, the way it used to be. I don't think I mind, I've always been kind of a dreamer anyways.

Every end is a beginning.

Night.

I'm going to embrace this darkness within me. I'm going to float upon it, paint with it, make creations with it, I'm going to ball it up and throw it everywhere. I'm going to eat it. Play with it. Who am I to deny what I am?

Red, Read, Red.

Am I heartless or is my heart too big? Is there a soul behind these eyes, and will I ever know the answer? Lost I am, and lost I'll be. Better lost than found, what's life if there is nothing left to search. My mind and my heart are two million miles apart.

Painting.

Sometimes my best hope of finding true happiness is to keep pretending that I'm happy.

This way I can keep happy people in my life, and keep smiling.

There's no point in letting the seams of the quilt I've worked so hard to make, tear apart.

Confessions of a blank mind.

I was graced with the luck of having so many amazing experiences in my life, that I am now left with only high expectations of every waking moment, and I no longer see the beauty of everything around me. Simple things used to spark my mind. A blue sky, the clouds, a leaf, a bug against the bark of a tree. Now I walk under the sky as if it is a blank canvas, and I don't know what to do with it, nor do I notice it. I don't know what to write anymore. I don't know how I feel anymore. I feel like a walking, expressionless blank sheet, bleached, conforming to the shape of everything I land on.

I don't know where and when I lost touch with myself. But now I'm flailing my arms blindly, deafly, trying to find my own self again.

Oops.

I wrote a blog entry. It was genius. And then I closed the box. And just like that, all my thoughts were gone. Those thoughts were not to share I guess.

Boo-Boos.

Sometimes there's nobody to grab your hand when you trip. That's when you gotta learn to get up by yourself, brush yourself off, and keep walking. Someone down the road will help you bandage the cuts later.

Prisms.

I embrace all 58 sides of me. Inside and out.

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I am in my new home. I feel like I lost myself in a puzzle and I have to piece everything together again, one piece at a time.

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You're the only one who can fix them.

There's only so much the universe can do to help.

Stroll.

One hill amongst many is just another hill. I'm going to climb the next one like I did the last one.