i detach myself.

oh naomi.

i guess you're a child.
making big adult decisions.
you know you haven't got a clue what you're doing,
you're just trying hard to take life as it comes,
trying to makes the right choices.
you're trying so hard, though.
you really are.

lame o.

i guess i should just stop telling myself that i have so much to do,
and just start doing it.
that might be a good idea.

the reason why i take pictures.

i just want people to see beauty.
that's what i try to do.

i'd like to ask something of you.


pray for me,
please.
pray that i become the person i was meant to be.
that i live the life i was meant to live.

thoughts on tonight.

i'm not nervous.
it's because i am confident in my work.
i reallyreally am.

goodbyes are hard,
but i think they're even harder when you know when they're going to be back.
because then you count down the days,
and the days go by slowslowslow.

i'm not a people person,
i'm quite introverted, actually.
but i love seeing people happy.
when they smile and laugh and are truly,
genuinely happy.
then so am i.

my job.
it's cool.
definitely cool.

my soul is aching for a long hour spent in silence
in adoration,
or just alone in church.
it's aching for a little bit of spiritual fulfillment
through just sitting and
being.

love is patient,
love is kind...
it is not easily angered....

Love bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things.

Love
never
fails.

"Feelings are not an infallible indicator of fact." -Peter Kreeft

Today has been good.
I didn't have to wash dishes at work.
My boss told me I was doing a really good job.
I got all of my creative writing stuff done before work.

But.

I feel tired,
washed out.
Easily annoyed,
super frustrated,
like I can't catch my breath.

My life is good.
Everything is good.
But the way I feel isn't.
So,
I'll wait it out.
I'll feel better tomorrow.
Every thing will be fine.

Just goes to show you,
you shouldn't take your feelings at face value.

you are alive.

YOU'RE ALIVE.
and our culture is so heck bent on not living.
you were born to live an amazing life
and it makes me sad
to see you not living.
to see your heart beat
but your eyes dead.
to see you complain about the fact
that you're breathing.
you're alive,
so what are you going to do about it?
live?
or let this society pull you down
into their eternal boredom
of selfishness
almost as soon as you're old enough to realize you're alive?
let them tell you that this is the life you're supposed to have,
when the life they are giving you traps you
and makes you feel like you're drowning?
live!
live,
kid.
just live.