If I was blindfolded
If my memory was erased
If every sign pointed to another place
I’d still find you
I will still find you
I’d still find you
You’re the gravity that’s taken hold of me
every time I lose my way it’s the chemistry more than eyes can see and no matter where I am I will still find you
I will still find you
Its so hard growing up in today’s world. Even though I’m technically an adult I still feel like I have a lot of growing up to still do. As my final semester of college is underway I’m starting to look back at my past 4 years and cant help but become a little paranoid. Am I really ready for the real world…am I the only one who wishes I could crawl back into a hole where time travel could bring me back to a place where I felt safe. Kindergarten perhaps? Where my biggest worry was spelling tests, and reading Eric Carl books. I look around at my peers and suddenly I feel incredibly disconnected and almost inadequate. Why don’t I know what they know? Am I not smart enough? Am I not good enough? Or are we just different? Do I just have different interests? The questions in mind about ones-self can be mind crippling. I guess its natural to doubt yourself but when society confirms those doubts that can be quite a big pill to swallow. I think at the end of the day you have to stop worrying about what others do and worry about yourself…life is a balancing act…finding what makes you happy and who makes you happy is the most important of all isn’t it?
I came into college with a vague understanding of what I wanted for my future. As a kid I went through my many stages of “I wanna be’s… when I grow up,” they ranged from a ballet dancer (haha got over that one quick), to a singer (my shower thinks I’m fantastic haha), to a teacher (I have no authority when it comes to the little ones). And now most currently I’m in my last year studying to (hopefully) make a career as a screenwriter/director. I’ve realized that the more time passes, the more I’ve made a heartfelt connection to the screenwriting portion. Most people gravitate toward the fancy media and movie making business and I’m definitely interested in that myself, but give me a pen and a paper and a few hours and I’ll give you a story. Characters, hardships, love, much like your life. A story that you more than likely will be able to relate to. In my humble opinion it all starts with a script. A great movie production can’t be made, unless, it’s foundation is a great script. Because no matter what the storyline, no matter the genre; drama, science fiction, mystery, action…every story has to be made human, it has to have heart, after-all that’s how we as an audience relate to it. So it’s not to say that I have to be predominantly a screenwriter, I would love to explore the possibilities of directing as well, but writing is just where my heart lies. And that is when you know, no one can tell you, you can’t do it, if you feel that pull…well then you’re unstoppable. So let others do what they do, and focus on what you do, and what you want to do, and rock it!….(here’s hoping one day I’ll take my own advice…. #foodforthought)
*Snow can sometimes be a pain, it’s cold, it’s an inconvenience to travel in. But when it first starts, it’s actually kinda beautiful, isn’t it? Before it turns to slush, take a moment and embrace its beauty, its stillness, its possibility.
*Ever since I was a little girl, I used to love to sit in the back seat of the car with my headphones on. Something about knowing there was a long ride ahead that would be perfectly matched with landscapes rolling by and music playing in my ears, with the occasional rainstorm…. it’s relaxing, it’s therapeutic. At first it was my old pink walk-man, then I got fancy and had a disc-man, at times in school it was hit clips, (does anyone else remember those suckers!), and now I’ve grown up and updated to an i-Pod. This next “poem” if you could call it that is about the feeling you get when music and your surroundings become your tranquility. I hope you can relate :D*
On the Road
The sound of rain
Trickling down a window pane
Tiny beads of water
Drip, Drip
Sliding down the clear glass gracefully
They dance
The windshield wipers clear them away and new dancers begin again
The swishing of water cast up by tires in streets
Cars on roads
Driving somewhere
Driving nowhere
Trees blur on by
Music quiets the soul
Your playlist becomes a soundtrack for roadside visions
Volume low
So you don’t miss the sounds of nature
Infusing the two with young thoughts
Love the sound of rain
Love the deep blue sky
Stars barely twinkling
in the city lights
Love the sound of lovers
Dancing in the quiet night
Hopeful atmospheres are almost within reach
Follow the sound of the rain
That dance gracefully on a window pane
Drip, Drip
Until Tomorrow!
-<3-
P.S. quick piece of exciting news to share with you!
In a world of uncertainties
I will be your guide
When you think its useless
I will be your voice
When you fight to hold on
I will take your hand
When you almost jump off
I will pull you back
I can be your safety
All you have to do is ask
**Songs on my radar today** #MusicMonday
-Hope all my fellow Classes of 2013 are enjoying their last day of Freedom!-
*Happy Spring Semester …now own it!*
Make it count for something more…for something special.
(See would I ever lie to you guys!…As promised here it is!…Type A Personality)
That need to know where I’m going
And where I’ve been
That thirst to be in total control
To feel safe and sound
The knowledge of that divine line between right and wrong
A planner
To do lists upon To do lists
Doubts in mind
Why? Oh why?
Make the list
Check it twice
Have a plan
To ease those doubts inside
But life is unpredictable
Punches are rolled with
Flows go with flows
Naive notions run wild
And the naughty in the nice is never truly seen by innocent eyes
P.S. Speaking of -A…
Catch PLL on abc family tonight @ 8pm! Who do you think A is?
Catch an ALL NEWPretty Little Liars Tonight! (that’s assuming your a fan! Lol)
*Side Note: This is what I’m listening to while posting this…Click the link to find out! (Don’t worry it’s not J.T.’s #Suit&Tie, I’ve sang my praises on that one already! haha)
Music speaks to me, at times more than English itself. It opens up a whole new way of thinking.
Because to me… Music is a whole language on its own. A language unlike any other. A language that resonates love in its many forms.
“nothing” can be a black hole of emptiness; a void unfilled
Similar to the “anything” that could be generalized; void of emotion
What if your heart were full?
What if it were pure and blessed with hope?
How much hope is too much?
Is there such a thing?
Perhaps that’s the scariest realization of all; un-wavered hope
Life…its sometimes difficult
It’s sometimes easy
At times its crazy
and sometimes sane
The whirlwinds slow
the tides recede
And a moment of clarity
is given its freedom
and the strong will to believe
Photo by Robert DeSantos Jr.
This photograph is of my church and it reminds me of peace, purity and a safe place. It’s a Robert DeSantos Jr. Photo of course, and its one of my favorite photos of all time (and I’m not just saying that because he’s my brother) 😀
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