VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
January 4


sort of a wasted day, I didn't get home from work until after 9 p.m. I went to a co-workers house to help clean up her computer, although I got rid of the viruses on it, I still was unable to get her online, I think maybe her modem is bad, we'll work on that the next time.


"Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart."
-Psalm 37:4-


103 pass pumpkin time
chill settling upon the ground
warmth found in the box


a day spent with psp and the Vistas, in a way I feel guilty because I had other things to do for those here on the web, but yet, for once I decided today would be my day, and I think that from now on I will try to make every Saturday my day, to add to the Vistas. There are many things I want to change.


I'm so tired and drained today, can't eat anything for if I do I'm afraid it won't stay in besides that food really doesn't sound so good, the only thing I really want to do is sleep, but sleep is good for when I sleep I have dreams, and in those dreams I feel a warm chest pressed against my back and strong arms holding me tight and I know I'm not alone.


Envy is the ulcer of the soul.
- Socrates


I know he's gone to her again, how long can I live with his lies, his abuse. When will my sensibility bring me to the final conclusion. When do I give up and realize forever is not for the rest of my life but just until he is tired of me?


The morning dawned
a sort of grayness prevailed
not the black of night
nor the blues and yellows of daylight
but that sort of gray space
that exists within all of us from time to time

I watched the clouds part
revealing the moon in the far western sky
about to become hidden by the morning light
and the emptiness was lifted
for I knew I had been smiled upon
and someone was watching
taking care of me


In reflection of men vs women
who shall give
who shall take
when does the sharing begin

When the female pleases her male
is she giving
is she receiving
or is she sharing

Then ask the same of the pain
is she giving
is she receiving
or is she sharing

I knelt before him
My eyes filled with tears
A smile upon my face
The pain, was Shared as was the Gift.


Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
- William Shakespeare