Dawn.

It's unnerving in that I didn't sleep a wink and now the birds are singing and sunshine is spilling out over the clouds and mountains and my eyes are kind of swimming and my stomach won't stop growling, and it's crazy because I've never not slept through the night before.

I just wanna Be Ok.

Song of the Day: Be Ok - Ingrid Michaelson


Sometimes when I click "New Post" I stare at the space I have to fill. The bar for a title, the rectangle of words that will be sent out into the world. Sometimes I stare at that white space for quite some time because I wonder if my words will be read, or if there is any point to sharing what I have written in my notebook, with people. Blogging has become somewhat of a "do-something-because-everyone-else-does" trend for some. It's just something new and cool to do and I'm not saying that what others write isn't real, because it is. But sometimes I feel like I want to say things and feel things and address things that are better said face to face because I can get a reaction, I can talk and perceive and I just can't write it all out in this space because it's too "trendy" or people take it that way.

I'm not a trend. I'm not something cool. I'm not a label. I'm not a follower. I'm not the best.
I am what I write, and I don't post everything that I write. But one things for sure, times will get hard and life will cause you to change and there is an ache that can never be dulled, and in those times, it's the easiest for me to fill my white open spaces.