VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
February 15

"We know nothing of tomorrow, our business is to be good and happy today."
- Sydney Smith -

"Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus."
- Philippians 3:13-14 -

"So, then, to every man his chance -- to every man, regardless of his birth, his shining golden opportunity -- to every man his right to live, to work, to be himself, to become whatever his manhood and his vision can combine to make him -- this, seeker, is the promise of America."
-Thomas Wolfe-


"To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle." - George Orwell -


You have to recall the conversations we had, so many words spoken have never left my heart, so many actions held close, so many times I have wondered if you have thought about the words. Your last words was I will see you again, but to this day that is a lie, for you haven't returned and I know as I knew then that you never will. I may be a fool to still love you as I do, but do, I do


oh I am such a ninny, I just realized although I had updated my thoughts I had forgotten to upload them, oh well guess it doesn't matter much for they are only here for me, and no one else.


sometimes I get so tired of holding everything in, the words I think, the things I would like to say, the feelings I have and the longing for someone who doesn't care if I have these thoughts and feelings still after all the silence and the reminder that I never really did exist in their world.

the pictures still sit on my desk, I look at them from time to time, I know I should put them away and file that part of my life away with the memories, but yet I cannot bring myself to do so, I know that the feelings are wasted and useless, and bring me noting but longing and pain, but yet I cannot turn my back on something that was so good, which makes me wonder why if it was so good for me why wasn't it for him? I guess that will be my thought to ponder today.


Just another day


The joy he brought to my day will linger
and the future will remain unknown


inside is where the pain lurks
inside is where it is hidden
inside the walls he built
inside the walls of scar

inside, I'm lost inside


For every thought I have
For every dream I ever dreamed
For everything that is me
is lost on all others


I clung to you,
My head laid softly upon your chest,
my arms held you in a tight embrace
but yet I felt you slip from my fingertips

I ran after you
you did not look back
I tried so many ways to find you again
I search high and low

I clung to you
the love you had given me
the peace you brought my troubled soul
the knowledge you were there

I still carry the memories
they will never be stripped from my mind
nor my heart
I clung to you


Anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor.
- Elizabeth I -