galentreger
i sit and stare out the window. the sun is just about to finish setting, and there is a deep orange hue on the horizon. i am thinking about how i got to this present moment. the things i have experienced, conquered, and have yet to finish.
features. striking. love yourself, be confident in who you are. dare to be different. each person has something about them that sets them apart from others. embrace it. live it. love it.
serenity. sitting on the beach, no breeze. the lake is calm. it is midnight. there is a fire going, and beers bottles being clanked, and music, and laughing. but everything surrounding us is still.
it is something that a lot of people can't quite figure out. do you have to be in a quiet place? does it have to be selfless every time? who are we praying to? how do these prayers get answered? and do we get a sign? how religious/spiritual do you have to be to "get one through"?
the stairway is the epitome of everything relating to fear. it all happened there. it was real. i was a victim. he smiled. i layed there. my life was changed forever.
i have discovered that i have the ability to love, and to be loved. so that is all that matters.
route is a very futuristic word.
it implys the desire of getting somewhere, where you are not yet, and i like to think, where you have not been. its individualistic. fate. timing.
timing is everything. people go in and out of your life in such a way that when you look back, you can appreciate their presence for the time being.
en route.. to my future. the people i meet, the places i go, the things i witness, the words i hear. en route for what i am about to do. eat, sleep, sex, write.
route. my route.
the way to somewhere