Scars

I was born with these scars,
No right to call them birth marks though.
They healed pretty well throughout the years,
Until I fell from my bicycle.
No one was apost to be there when I fall.
And no one was.
I feel to the ground,
As the concrete scrapped the skin off my flesh.
My wounds opened up again.
I laid there bleeding, thinking,
How could I have let this happened.
Those seconds felt like years before I got back on my feet.
And yet no one was still there,
Watching, or caring.
You were apost to be there!
Your job was to make sure I never opened those wounds again.
And now, I'm here alone....
Don't bleed anymore, please.

Thank you!

Thank you Jesus for all you done this week. Thanks for my new great paying job, getting into purdue for next fall, for 3 scholarships already, for my new opportunity and my new life. Life is good. Thank you God.

Make A Wish

close your eyes make a wish

...*ques music*

"come with me, and will see, a world a pure imagination..."

"I'm am a boy, no I am a Man" best words I heard on a train. Regarding that he was a drunk and sleep talking, his dream meant something to me. It was a revaluation that I am a Man and I define my destiny. I know that I won't let my parents past of a divorce, not finishing college, not exploring and not thinking of themselves. I recently discuss with my first role models in life about mine. Foolishly I told them how I didn't want to follow their path in life, but wisely wanted to make my own footsteps in this world. "I want to finish college!," yelling to them over the phone. I don't want to live in your house if your 371 miles away from me. I'm going to live back on campus and finish what I started... Silence fills the room and MyTouch phone dies...