VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
May 30

"Vitality shows not only in the ability to persist, but in the ability to start over." - F. Scott Fitzgerald -


in this place I find myself, locked away and hidden from what may be, but yet I find I cannot remove myself from it, a prison of my own doing, a space that fines and binds me to who I am. I am locked here in this place, lost from all but me.


"Tell the heavens and earth to celebrate and sing! Command every mountain to join in song!"
- Isaiah 49:13 -


well it has been so long since I have written any of my thoughts, not that I haven't had thoughts but sometimes I have found it is best to keep them to myself. It seems like the days of isolation have began to make their mark on the person I am becoming. I question if I am becoming more cynical or more analytical of what is really going on around me, guess it doesn't matter, I'll always be still be me no matter how I am


jeepers creepers where'd you get those peepers
laughter, jumps, hidden faces


long hours of work
tired feet
sleep is evasive
dreams gone
strength internal
messages avoided
the aunt visits again

what in the heck am I talking about anyhow?


where do the paths become roads, wand the streets become interstates, where do we follow and where do we lead, and where in hades are we going?


If I could find an emotion that I could understand then maybe, I could figure it all out. But it seems as though they have all deserted me and I'm so alone even inside of myself.


Sometimes, the flow of normal everyday life seems to be an idle passing, anticipating the next move in the game of life, yet if we take but a moment we may realize it is much more than just that, it is a bit of history, our personal history, that is in the making and not just a second or minute lost. For every moment in our lives is a part of us. We will never be able to change what has pasted, so we must make certain that whatever we do when we do it, it is what is right and correct, for regrets are the hardest thing to bare. Living in silence, or being heard, remembering the mistakes or hiding the truth, to what purpose does it serve and whom? Question how not why, look deeper than just the surface find the answers hidden in the dark. Search for what is good in everything, Never forget your human, and that errors in judgment, or lack of knowledge, makes one less than they are. Learn from this and move forward, because there is no going back. What happened in the blinking of an eye is now gone, and can never be changed


The Anger boils inside
The Heartache goes on
Emptiness surrounds me
Encompassing my Soul

It blinds me to the Blessings
God grants me each day
Lost, so lost
Why are there not answers


It is bitter to lose a friend to evil, before one loses him to death.
- Mary Renault -