gwyndeth

sometimes.. we fall. We fall until we think we couldn't fall any longer. Sometimes we fail. We pick ourselves back up and fail again. Over and over until we can't fail any longer. But the hope is still there, it all still remains. Sometimes there's an endless well of feelings, and they fall too. Sometimes when you think what's in your heart is good and true you aim to keep it and to hold it close. But there is a love, so finite that it is always and forever.

It's been a long time.. I'm not sure where to go from here other than forward. So I'll start with the single most beautiful thing that I can possibly thing of. If there ever is such a thing as never ever knowing if someone really exists but feeling every moment of the day and every second of your life they have and will always be right beside you then I tell you I have found that. It's a bittersweet thing which exists. Kind of like outside the realm of possibility.. .. and yet, it's as real to me as the night air that flows into my room. I cannot feel it. I cannot touch it exactly but I know it's there. For some reason I think it will alway

What causes us to do the things we do. Say the things we say and live the lives we live. Wise words say ripples are made like people, how they weave in and out, and every cause has an effect. Every action has a reaction and thus so they move in almost never ending circles. I apologize I haven't put more up here. I've been creating things, here and there, but mostly unfinished and as always I'm going back to them to find something I didn't see before.  If I feel at peace with a project I'll see about putting it up here because I've been trying really hard to complete them.