Word Dump: (verb) to place a load of passages that have been writting on scraps of paper and post-it notes and dirty napkins and finally placing them all in a place that isn't as easily lost.

This is a word dump from most recent to oldest:

2-9-16
I think the atmosphere in which I switch the worst is when I feel the most comfortable.

12-24-15
Eden is an ecosphere balancing on a stringless dangle in the light emanating from the Glory of God

8-10-15
The sidelines persona, the back side effect, the people who dwell under the leaves of bushes, hidden in the brush by tall trees, the ones who tend to go about unseen, unnoticed. These are my favorite because they hold a secret joy that is only ever seen through fighting through their pain. The most precious of lights, those that go untarnished by the society around them and are kept hidden under brick walls, these are my favorite treasures of discovery.

6-23-15
I have been an artist from the day I discovered color. I do all things with creative intent. I write I draw I paint I sculpt. I can't help but create. My life is art. I crave music, intellect, and adventure. I eat, sleep, breathe art and creativity.

6-15-15
I don't want to date someone. I'm really not all that interested in pursuing a romantic relationship any time soon. Too much anxiety. I want to travel the world and experience other cultures and try new foods and make ridiculous stories to tell. If someone wants to join me then cool. But I don't want to wait around for anybody because I'm not even waiting for myself.

6-3-15
Mom: lightning in her veins. Fierce love in her heart.

3-2-15
Unconditional love is not the same as unconditional approval of one's behavior.

2-7-15
We live in a solely photographed world. A place where your life, your social status, your possibility of being accepted, your attractiveness is based on how many people double tap as the quickly scroll through your life. Our self value, our self worth is based completely on the decision a person makes in half a second as we pass through time blinded by pixelated screens.

11-29-14
I wish I was art

My life is a series of whirlpools working against each other. Never finding rhythm and never moving straight. I, like nature itself, am ever changing state

Candles lit and Rain is a tapping

I am currently procrastinating. How odd of me. I don't know why but my heart seems to feel a bit empty. It has been full so often lately that it is even more clear when it is empty. My heart is peaceful but empty. Seemingly unsettled but yet settled. It is as if, for a moment, my heart cannot bear the lack of turmoil or desire. I've just returned from being stuck in a car with people I have not known for long, traveling to beautiful places, but yet alone in my heart. I was surrounded by company, I have been surrounded since this adventure started a while ago, but I still feel slightly alone. I am not ready. I know this. I still have time to grow and learn and change and be the person I desire to be yet I wish I could just be that now. I wish it and I don't wish it. I like where I am in this stage of life yet I want it to be over and move on from it. Once again, I am a split person, two sides in constant battle with one another. Such turmoil subsides from time to time but never am I released from it.

Meditation of Today

My train of thought is quite scrambled due to the constant ring of "cancel all thoughts" running rampant in my skull. I'm preparing for something yet falling completely stagnant. My heart yearns for something...else. But what of my options does it truly desire? Am I lost in the isolation and forgetting the sky above me is vast or is this the reality of my existence eternally? From desires to love to reminders of time's limitations I find myself angry and with a fleeing heart. With every subtle notion of vulnerability leaked into space I coil into myself and wish not only nothing more to be let out but to retrieve that which has already been released. Slight side comments are played endlessly in my mind as I try to focus on whatever I am trying to focus on. Was it truth? Was it intentional? Does it carry hidden meaning? Am I just now picking up on a message being sent underneath joking smiles and jocular diction? Or am I once again digging into empty soil in search for roots that do not exist. Cancel all thoughts. Cancel all thoughts. Agh the pain of having to pull myself back to reality only makes me yearn more for the beyond. Perhaps infatuation has once again reared its deceptive head into my corner. Have I yet learned anything from my past romantic failures? Nevermore, it is time to flee. Off into the trees and between creeks and streams I run. Run from my thoughts until someone willing decides to chase after me and follow into the wild. Best of luck to those who may try and are destined to fail. For I am an uncatchable sprint, lost in translation and destined for a world that as yet to exist presently and carry a love that seems impossible to reciprocate.