Monday, January 13, 2014



Friday, January 10, 2014

I hate this.  I've become a dreamer who doesn't dream and I don't know where I lost that.  I keep thinking that maybe if I knew why I've become so broken then maybe I can start to put myself back together again.

I'm adrift and looking for a new course... but I feel like I've lost the tools to plot the way.


Thursday, January 09, 2014

It's been a year and I still dream about her.  She hurt me more deeply than any other woman ever has and yet, in my dreams, all I feel is longing and regret.  It's a bit ironic really, she broke everything when she couldn't let go of her past and now here I am, still looking back.


Wednesday, January 01, 2014

A New Year

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.