Scribbles

            It's hard to believe in yourself when it feels like no one else does. Forget what you feel. And know that Someone always does and always will believe in you.

           You should expect to fight for the things that are worth fighting for.

                                                                                
                                                                            

In Between- poem

For some reason whenever I sit down to write in the book I'm trying to finish, I end up writing something else. Maybe a bit of another book idea, or a poem. I'm not sure if it's a good thing, since I need to get that book done. But at least I'm writing.
For some reason though I can't edit the poems that I just write. To close to them I suppose. I have to flip through my journal to a poem I wrote months ago and edit it instead.


In Between


Waiting for
           life to begin
Waiting for
           night to end

Waiting for
          everything

for anything

Waiting for
           the answers
Waiting for
           the truth

Waiting for
          people to
Do what
           they do

To show me
           how they think
           what they want
                where they've been
              what they've done
When they're through

I'll wait to see
If they've noticed
That I'm not going to leave

Waiting for
           courage
Waiting for
           hope

For affirmation
           From You

How long
           Until I know
                 Until I can move
            Until I can do
Until You see me

Doing while
           I wait
Doing what
           must be done

Giving time
           to people
Giving them
           a part of me

Even when
           they do not see

It all means something
It all means nothing

Doing all
           the time
And getting
           nowhere

Because I'm
           still waiting
Waiting
           for You

Success! Subway, and. . . toast

           The good news? The URL has been successfully changed to:

nicg-lifesinsanity

           Aces! Though I'm not sure if that effects you in anyway. But I apologize that it was so long in coming. :P

           I'm making grilled cheese for lunch. Grilled cheese is alright, I suppose. (*cough* Except when it's black!) It's a warm sandwich. Lots of people warm their sandwiches. Subway does. (the best of which is a Spicy Italian on flatbread with cheddar cheese, tomatoes, olives, mustard, and chipotle sauce, if you happen to like going to Subway that is).

           But I still don't get toast. Who wants crunchy bread? Just crunchy bread alone? Okay, perhaps a smear of butter. But butter doesn't have much flavor to begin with. The point escapes me.

just a note

          It's hard to remember sometimes, but-

Surviving is good.

Living is better.

          What would life be like if we took time to live? If we made if a point to not merely slog through each day. If we decided to do whatever is we do as if it was what we always wanted to do. If we went beyond ordinary and entered extraordinary. Simply by living and giving life to others. Work is only work if you work at it. Now if you play at it. . .

One day

          One day I want to jump in the car and drive far away. I'll stop when a place catches my fancy. And when I want I'll just jump back into my car and drive until I find some other place. I'll travel around until one day I come across a place that draws me in and says I'm home.

          Perhaps I need a car first.