The songs that used to remind me of you are slowly being reclaimed to find their intrinsic value again

God is you're speaking to me through this pain you (a) had better have one hell of a message (b) I'm gosh-darned listening already.

Much blogging to come.
Stay tuned.

A span of 12 hours and my heart swings around. Will I ever be free?

You aren't going to define me no more!

I am never sure of what I should do. But at least I know now that I want to do what is right.

Not point trying to rationalize things or to make them seem better this way. They just are - with or without meaning. Meanings don't do anything anyway, life still stares at you in the face with your lot in her hand- Take it or leave it. Meaning schmeaning.

And really, I have it fantastic. It'll just take a while for me to really function within that mindset.

Luxury problems, Hannah.

Akang Datang: no more bated breath.

"It has two ways. The gold side leaps with its fierce heart. The black side stands still with cunning, hiding its gold between trees, seeing and not being seen, waiting patiently for things to come. I did not learn to use my black side until after the bad man left me."

~ JLC

Too bad I wasn't born in the year of the Tiger.

Simply put:

I wish you'd care enough. And that I'd be able to discern that.