100. Growth wins.

In the battle between a pull back and a future...the future will win.

Stop fighting.

And I believe that's a true anthem to myself. As I run up this hill I catch myself looking back down just to make sure I have followers...just making sure I remember their faces. And they aren't faces. They are blurs. They are shapes, they are memories that I try too hard to rub my clean fingers over to erase the smudge marks. It doesn't work. Clarity that once was is no longer. I have no control over the pace of the days and the length and strength of my developed mind.

Art. Art is a sanctuary that I can run into and bounce back on a bed of pillows. Words surround my head and move down through my fingertips for curious minds to ponder. Some show their faces...others never will. That is okay because art has no bounderies. Art has no expectations. It is self taught, and art is self evaluated. Writing is a piece of me...to gather peace in me. Long forgotten of the words are the small minds of today. I wish to move strong throughout the quickness of days with insightfulness of mornings, noons, and nights.

Education. Im furthering my mind with books. And I am proud to say that I am finally making moves with dignity. Hard work equals success. That's the least of it; that's the most of it. I have learned most of what I have gathered in these past two college years soley from experience. A classroom helps, professers help, homework helps. Yes I said it. Learning can be wonderful.

Family and Friends. I have formers and I have expectations. I can be so selfish of people that I desire because it is out of love. My family is a tight knit bond of blood that can never be torn away. I am faithful. As faithful as someone can get on one side. It does take two to tango, and as much as I hate saying it...out of sight...out of mind.

Love. Complicated at its best and not thought of when it should be. I am currently not in love. I am currently involved; however. Not as though inquiring minds are restless, but it's finally nice to say it out loud. Involvement does not automatically equal love. This is a growing process. Im not even sure that this involvement will ever turn into love. This might be a process of making me feel as though at least one thing is constant until I choose otherwise. Love exists in me; however. I know I am fully capable of holding such a feeling. For when they bring it up butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach as though I have just been enlightened. This has to do with the word...not the person. And that is quite alright with me and them. I am ever thankful that the word still gives me that feeling. Hope coincides with my love feelings. I've had the feeling few times before...when it comes back. I shall know.

Life. Fast. Exciting. Hectic. Painful. Open. Free. Desire. Passion. Money. Speech. Smiles.




Balance.




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