When words are all I have left to feel.

When home isn't home
When your life moves around on his own
When one light goes out and another appears
Thats when I know I'm growing up
I am what I am
Beginning to be ok with everyone else not being ok with that
No one steals my sunshine but me.

Just some Straying Talk of Nonsense.

One morning I woke up thinking:  I'll let you GO so that when you feel like you need to be FREE, you can count on Me. 

Then after thinking how afraid I am of not being able to tell if who I'm with is the "right" one to be with, I thought: I want to be in strong arms, thinking to myself "there is NO PLACE I'd rather be than right here" that's when I'll know I wont run. 

Messy Boys

Wont tolerate them. I understand that I am not the cleanest, most organized girl on this green and blue planet. This being said, I try. I try to keep up with the basics: dishes, room, bathroom. I'm patient as well, I leave the mess I did not create in the vast hope that the creator will notice and correct. Alas, I'm losing that hope I spoke of. UNTIL... the mass mess messer cleans my kitchen and living room. Thank you my tornado of chaos for causing a tornado of cleanliness to dawn upon my domain. Now keep it up in your own house as well as mine.
THANKS