unoriginal blog part twenty-two.

Although there are many aspects of my life where things could be seen as "falling apart"
I haven't been this happy in too long.

Part is thanks to you, part to my amazing friends, but a large chunk of the congratulations, is coming straight to me.
I've been in control of my own life, for the most part.
And, thats not to say I haven't made any bad decisions, because, I have.
But, I haven't ruined my life, and the people I love are still here, and what I have screwed up on hasn't affected anyone else.
So what if I'm broke, thats why I got another job.
So what if I didn't do the dishes today, I can do them tomorrow.

I am happy.
You make me happy.

(I'm glad you like my cooking.)

But most importantly, I make me happy.

After this past week or so, I've been on top of the world.
And, there hasn't really been any huge things to put me there, its just the little things most people take for granted.
Like a look, or a smile, that says more than words will ever express.

Also, I got a new tattoo, and oh man I love it.
And, it leaves me thinking ink, and what I want next, and where to put it.
Tattoos really are addicting.

And, to keep with this new thing I'm trying, heres a poem I wrote the other day.


She was bursting at the seams
With excitement,
And untouchable dreams.
She couldn't remember ever feeling so alive;
And for the life of me,
Neither could I.

Every broken promise flew out the window of her car.
Pain was just a demon
Who had helped her get this far.
She was flying high,
On her way to see him,
Lusting at the sky.
Not dwelling on her past,
No one could have seen
She was headed for a crash.

Thoughts of summers filled her;
The tire swing they'd hang,
The houses they'd move to, and from,
And the children they would name.
The pets they'd have,
The tears they'd share,
When she noticed something off.
That truck shouldn't be there,
And she was going too fast to stop.

The day she'd figured her life out,
Was the day it came to an end.
I have heard stories of his face
When he learned of the crash.
Now that is all I can imagine,
While sifting through the ash.