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  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: Pop Danthology 2012 / Lindsey Stirling
  • Reading: The Way of Kings
  • Playing: Guild Wars 2 (sometimes)
  • Drinking: Green Tea
12/12/12, Heh.  I like days that have interesting numbers.  Today will be the last "Perfect" numbered day in my lifetime, I think. . .   Who knows what the future holds, but I doubt another ninety years for me.  :)  It's interesting how you think things you feel will never change.  Maybe they don't, maybe we just get used to the way they feel, kinda numb.  Or Me, I think I forget . . . a double edged sword that is.  I still miss those I lost, I love, but it seems I'm starting to remember who I was.  The man that sings every morning when he gets up, likes to laugh for no reason other than to just laugh.  I still have moments of overwhelming sadness, guilt, and feelings of hating who I am, but they are happening less every day.  I remembered I'm forgiven, not perfect.  We can't change life, only how we react to it.  I still do wrong, I still do right, I help when I can, I pray when I can't, I dance in the rain,  except today, it was TOO cold to dance in the rain.  :)  Such a great number for a day, such a cold, rainy, yucky windy thing.  Time waits for no one, no even for those who are too lost to know there way. . . but I shall not be lost forever.


United States
I'm the guy that fixes your computer.
Strangers talk to me and tell me their secrets.
Normally followed immediately by their shock.
I pickup hitchhikers. I answer questions.
I do what they say I can't, when I can.
I love a warm summer thunderstorm.
My heart is broken, but I believe in Love.
I have failed, but I believe that's part of life.
They look like big, good, strong hands.
Don't they? I always thought they were...
Ever see The Never Ending Story?
Forgiveness has not been given to me.
I miss those I love but can't see.
I'm always in physical pain, sometimes
emotional as well, it makes me grumpy.
I dance to the songs in my head, they
rarely end. During the few moments that
they do, I wish they would never restart.
I live alone, I work too much, and I
wish things would change. My light
still burns, but the little flame flickers
dangerously close to going out. I wonder
if it's too late. Sometimes a heart grows
cold because if it didn't, it would die
from it's wounds. God is good to me, but
He never said it would be easy. Yet sometimes
He is even kind enough to send me friends. to
help me remember, We're not alone.

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Yamikou Feb 20, 2013  Student Digital Artist
thanks for the watch :D
Hello, thank you for visiting, all favīs and :+devwatch: .
I have to apologize for that answer very much, too late!
Sincerely Martin.

sameksebastian Dec 9, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
thanks a lot for the fave!!! :)
4hellcat Dec 8, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you for fav :)
Brici5 Apr 22, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thanks for the latest fave!!
Thank you for the fave on my 'poem' "Alone".

I don't know why you did though. :shrug:
Thank you for sharing it. As for why, because sometimes in life, the greatest gift a person can get is a reminder they are not alone. When I read your words, I knew they came from a honest place. They reminded me of a place I've been often over the last year, a place I'm struggling with day to day now. I am sorry for your pain, I know you didn't post your words for a stranger, but they reminded me that in my hurt, in the shadows of my life now, I'm not alone.

I wish you well Ms. Vixen, may we find what we seek;

Wow! Just WOW! :iconhappytearplz:

That is the nicest, most awesome thing anyone has ever said to me in quite a while! :iconnodplz:

I didn't know my crappy feelings would get anything but trolling. I thought that maybe I should write and delete, like is suggested by most the counselors I had when I was a kid.

Though I've gotten better over the years, I still have bad times. Like right now where I'm getting trolled over something I wrote years ago. It just re-opens old wounds and depresses me all over again. But this time I've learned not to feed the troll, and hope they go away.
Fear not the words of our hearts. Don't allow the passing shadows of those who are lost cause an eclipse the warmth of the sun, for they will only be here a moment. Let the trolls have their under bridges dark and damp, leave them to be there alone, and let's go find somewhere fun to play...

The sun is Always shining Somewhere;

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