Truth

I've been purposefully avoiding posts. I'm beginning I think it's out of fear. Fear of having nothing to say. Or, fear of not being worth listening to.

I don't know what this is...

I have 5 unpublished drafts.
 I keep wanting to write, but I don't know what to say.
January has been great, but things have suddenly taken a turn. Slowly going back to how they used to be, which wasn't so good. I still don't know what to say.
So, I wrote a poem. Just quickly, but here's the first draft.

 Raw.  


Feel my heart, feel the vein 
As blood rushes through, there is no pain.
 But only in the mind , can one see, 
the peson I envision, I hope that she's me. 

I hope she see's the world; for its holy and true. 
I hope she finds love, or it's that which finds you.

 Too many pale faces.
 All look alike. come from the darkness.
 Grave from the fight.
 Fight for the soul, discover its code.
 At 17 years, she felt oh so old. 

I don't if this makes sense. I don't if anyone even reads this.
But this is me, feeling something.
This is me, expressing.

Snow Day Missions

Forget about that blizzard in New York, mother nature has decided to bombard Canada with a snow storm. So, you know what that means... SNOW DAY! When I was younger, these were the days where I would rush outside in my highlighter pink snowpants. Covered from head to toe in the warmest gear my mom could throw on me, barely being able to move, somehow I still loved every moment. Every ball of snow thrown at me, every snow angel, the whole bit. Those are the kind of things that I can appreciate about winter. And when I'd come inside, with hot chocolate made and ready on the table...oh, my heart skipped a beat. But, that was a long time ago, and these snow days aren't as fun. For most of us, it's just about finishing extra work for school, or something of the sort. Luckily, I've don't everything, and have found time to pick up some fun activities for days like this. Last summer, my mom taught me how to use a sewing machine. It was quite an experience, and I can definitely appreciate all the work that designers,tailors, and all the people in the clothing industry go through. It's tough stuff! Setting the machine, threading the needle, actually sewing! It's a whole day's work! Or, for a beginner like me, a whole week, but in that week, I was proud to make my first summer dress. It was a little blue thing, and maybe I'll post pictures when I'm less lazy, but I was very proud. And from this, I've been motivated to tailor some of my other clothes, so hopefully that could be today's mission.