VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
May 28

I will be there in the morning
Be there all day long
Be there in the evening
I’m a friend you can lean on


I used to enjoy writing my thoughts each day, a way to chronicle my moods and moments, but then you invaded and I felt I no longer could truly say how I feel, how I deal with lives every day up and downs, I can no longer lay my heart out for who ever to see because I know one does see,


"Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working."
- Pablo Picasso -


"I will give you peace and quietness."
- I Chronicles 16:11 -


last day of work for a few, a sort of mini vacation, preparation for the bigger one to come.


today when you thought of me, did you see the tears in my eyes?


It is nearing midnight and sleep has yet to come. My mind has many thoughts running through it. Thoughts of you and what you are feeling right now. As we spoke throughout the day I could feel your sadness. I wished I could help, could give the answers you would want, and have them be true, but I cannot, for it is not within my power to do so, so we sit, we wait, we dare to hope, we dare not to believe. We fight with the wrong and the right. We fight with what is and what should be. We argue inside the pro's the con's and the unknowns. We grow tired.


We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
- Emily Dickinson -


Filled, that is my mind, filled with so many thoughts that they become tangled with each other, there is no straight path through my brain, everything bends and turns, and because of this I get lost. Lost so deep inside I wonder at times if I know who I am, or why I am. What am I thinking and will it be bad or good. I become confused and unable to focus on a single point in my mind. It's like the birth of a river rolling to the sea, all the little ditches and creeks turning into streams and then into smaller rivers before widening out, Everything coming from so many directions, Like the River, it even falls from the sky in the form of rain, or from an eye in a teardrop. Yes my mind is like the river, always shifting, growing, dieing.


Some days are better than others, there are days I know exactly who I am and then there are days I'm so confused. I sit and wonder about so many mysteries life has presented me with and ponder why me why was I chosen to solve them. Sometimes the path seems so straight and then when I look again I see so many different directions. I guess I must place my faith in God's hands to guide me to the correct one. And if I chose wrong, to pray for his forgiveness


If you don't run your own life, somebody else will.
- John Atkinson -