Time comes and goes in all sorts of measures. That makes it hard to define which moments are treasures.

Deception

When you are young and your eyes are only half open, it is easy to fall in love with people. But as you grow older, your minds grow apart and you start discovering where you all stand in your views. What hurts the most, however, is not discovering who you are (although it can be painful) it's discovering who the people you once loved truly are now.

A storm.

I'm trying; I'm dying.

I've always been pessimistic, because of my surroundings or my circumstance. I've always felt unlucky. It doesn't matter how many times I roll the dice, I always land on snake eyes. Man, I'm tired of always feeling so damn unlucky.
These past few months it seems I've found a way to start seeing the glass half full. Probably because once someone hits rock bottom, they start feeling thankful for even the smallest signs of hope and it puts everything in perspective. I never thought, at 21, I could possibly have life throw me a curveball (or 4) everyday consistently. It's a battle I'm never winning, but maybe if I bite the bit and just keep pushing on, I'll see sunlight again.

Why can’t you see the beauty in the world? Appreciate the brush stroked canvases? Notice the meaning behind the words? Care about the beautiful broken souls? See more than a beginning and end? Life is colorful, why waste your time only viewing it in black and white?

- Things I say when I'm angry at 4 a.m

Giving Myself Away

I'm growing tired of pouring my heart and soul out to the people I meet in my great life-adventure. It breaks my heart when I suddenly realize that I'm not guarded enough when it comes to people. I'm too trusting in every pair of honest-looking eyes. If someone opens up to me, I find myself opening up back. I give honesty when I get it. I love to trade stories. It never quite occurs to me in enough time that people may not be as they seem. I always forget this important part in letting people in my life. I let myself ignore the small voice in my head that's telling me to be careful. It tells me that if I give up these bits and pieces of myself to people... I may never get them back. The warning flashes in my mind every time and I simply step around it as I proceed to give my thoughts away to another human being. Most times, in the end, these people take these pieces when they leave. It doesn't matter how many memories we've made, how much love we may have shared, the stories we bled out... They still walk away. I know that. I never doubted it by any means.