I think I might be lost.
I am not sure that I am,
but the fear of being lost is overwhelming.

I seem to have the symptoms of being lost,
and I certainly could be, but I don't really know that I am.

I am one person, on this whole big planet,
a planet that is getting larger every day,
and I am not sure that I am where I should be,
or when I should be, or who I should be.

But who is?

That is not to say I am unhappy with where I am.
But I am unhappy with being lost.
And I'm not sure where I am anyway.

There is a lot going on in life right now.
I am young and there is much life ahead of me,
but a tree grows from the bottom, and skyscrapers are built on foundations.

Are choices made or followed?
And if they are made, to what level do the outcomes vary?

I want to be more.
And I want to get to where I dream of going.
I am not sure the way there, and directions are hard to come by.

They say the best way to get found is to walk in one direction.
I really don't know if I agree.
Ultimately I guess it depends on what you mean by found.
They also say that in order to find yourself you must find your own path.
Well, where is it? Is there somewhere I should look?
Should I just close my eyes, spin in a circle and start walking?

I don't know.

At 4:30 PM I started writing this.
I don't think I need to say what I was going to say.
But here is to moving forward!
and to good company along the say!

This is really more of a myspace blog but myspace is down maybe I'll move it over.

The past has left you nothing real to believe in.

Everyone is affected by what has happened in their past
and the past can almost be seen by their actions in the present.

Every action has a consequence.

What hath tainted the innocent youth to produce a product so vile as a teen?

"I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence."

Crippled without your presence
Curled fetally in my lonely bed

Just to run my fingers in your wisps of hair
or catch your scent in the air

My day goes by so slowly
with nothing truly great to speed it up

There is no pillow as soft as the one your head lies
nor air as sweet as that you breathe

I need you back
Please

Being lonesome never felt so terrible.

Of course there has to be a first entry. And i can't just dive into it all at once so this is just to put some writing on the pages. Just so the next time I want to write something it feels a little more cozy and a little less sparse. I'll probably use this for some posts of pictures and 3d renders also. You know the kind of stuff that myspacers don't care about but that I would like to put out there just because...