what the folk? just do it. now.

I have nothing to say, create, and paint.
I feel as if my thought and body is empty.


Starting tomorrow.
No, starting today I will write everyday for a while. I need my thoughts to start flowing like the red sea.
They stopped. The sea drained.
I will search deep and pull out a flood from this drought.
I will pull out the only droplet left in me.
From that droplet, a river will flow.

I will write a song.
write a song
write a song
write a song.

I will search and find someone to teach me a the cello.

I will feel whole in my soul. I will love the Lord for me. I will not love Him because others do.
I will start to walk with both my feet instead of searching for the other foot.

I'm speaking life. I've been feeling pathetic, hopeless, insecure, defeated, and dry.
I'm done with that. Leavin' that alone.

I will run and feel strong.

My body is a temple, and my mind a roaring lion.

Stealin' blogs. Stealin' money.

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
... And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.

If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.

_Robert Service