Snowy Inspiration.

I have a need to go against the grain. This need moves me--most of the time in a good way. Its a constant battle to tame, but so natural to explore.. . It has inspired me to do something beautiful. Something different. I've been developing a few ideas for quite a while, but waiting for the right client to come along has been the hardest part. There has to be complete trust and open-mindedness. I finally found them. I am excited to share it with all of you... but until then, I will sip my nutmeg concoction, and dream on.

Stupid Rhyme.

I'm here one day, and I'm gone the next

I'm calm and simple, but then I'm complex

I laugh more than most, but I feel so sad

I'm going crazy, stark-raven mad.

Distraction wins my heart every time

Lets write a lyric or a stupid rhyme

Running, running, in a figure eight

Trying too hard not to be late

But I'm always running five minutes behind

I need to sit down. I need to unwind.

I used to know a girl with my same eyes

But the rest of her I don't recognize

Maybe some for the worst, but most for the better.

Its all how you look at it, I guess. Cause nothing I want to say rhymes with better.

This is a stupid rhyme.

Now, I'm going to go take a mydol.

Its funny how writing a lyric or a stupid rhyme can make you feel so much better, eh? I have a shoebox full of old lyrics from heartbreaks, heart-throbs, (and everything else to do with the heart) starting from when I was at the tender age of twelve.

 I laugh at myself when I go through them. It all seems so silly, looking back. Maybe thats why I keep them around? Probably so I can write more stupid (but kind of funny) lyrics and rhymes and know that one day I'll look back and think: "Ha." And nothing more. I'll have to share one of my more dramatic lyrics later so we can all have a laugh at it together:)

But for now, I leave you with an un-stupid lyric and video by my favorite artist at the moment:

I admit.

I want to get personal. I want to be raw and real. More often than not I'm afraid of offending, or not being accepted. I don't want to be a run-of-the-mill cutout. This is me. I want to share what I love, what I un-love, how I feel, what I wish. Haters welcome. I have so much more for you to be upset about:)

Your soul was meant for spring.

Wherever you go, you go running.

Walking is not an option.

You are quick to say "I'm sorry".

You are even quicker to do it again.

Your embrace melts the deepest hurt.

Your soft words melt my hardened heart.

I love you, baby boy.