just when you think the storm is over something  comes back around to hit you in the face. it stabs at your throat tearing apart muscles and vessels flowing with warm liquids. once inside the throat it procceeds to the core, the heart slowly making incisions along the aorta and left and right ventricles. the large muscle strivesto survive but with no blood flow it continues to swell until it is in neat little pieces perfectly trimmed and ready for the serving. but then... you wake up, look out the window and see that the storm has passed only to find that something else has come back around to hit you in the face.

mushy, the word that describes everything about me. my life, my relationships with other people, my spirtiual life, school, work, "fun," its all a big cloud of gray. i need to finally get thru the fog and start living life in the clean, clear air where no more will i wonder and be confused about anything.

i'm not perfect.... i never will be perfect.... and that's ok.

have you ever got the feeling you were being watched? well then, you might want to get used to it because every single day of your life you are being put on display for all to see. whether you like it or not, its a part of life and will continue to be that way even after death. oh well, you might as well look good tho!