December 13, 2009 
Au Revior, Mon Amie.
December 8, 2009 
Goodbyes, even if they aren’t forever, can be gut-wrenchingly painful. You cry and cry and yet you know this is it. There is nothing you can do. It is all part of life, this growing up and moving on. But one thing I’ve learned through it all, is that true friends are here to stay. Even if you know you’re going to have to fly thousands of miles to see them, it is worth it just to see them smile.
I love you, in every sense of the phrase. Cheers to the great life you will have and I know you will make it wherever you go. Smile, for the world is yours to conquer.
Coffee and Baths.
December 5, 2009 
Low Anthem on repeat. Sketch book and a post-modern novel. Coffee on the edge, along with my emotions. Hot bath, to make it all go away.
I’m as grey as it is outside.
One Of Those Days.
It is just one of those days where you have a sinking feeling in your heart. You feel like you may be losing one of your best friends and there is nothing you can do about it.
Work Seasons.
Another work season has come and past. Will not look at the rails again until March.
Success.
Kisses and Lampposts.
Her lungs felt like they were going to shrivel up and die; she could not catch her breath for the life of her. She leaned against the lamppost, sweating, although it was nearly freezing out. She could not belive how far she had run and so quickly. Hannah wiped the sweat from her brow and groaned at the needle-sharp pain that penetrated her side. The moistness on her face was now hot tears, streaming rapidly. Sobs began to echo down the empty street. Hannah was tired of running after something she could not catch, that she had no right to catch in the first place. Why couldn’t she just be loved for once? And then, she heard it. The heavy footfalls. Their bodies collided as he ran full-force into her, stopping as they hit the brick building. Panting, breath steaming in the cold November air, David cupped her delicate face in his hands. Hannah noticed the evidence of tears on David’s face before he leaned in and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him as he whispered, “I’ve loved you all along.”
Breaking Ties.
I’ve noticed that I have been slowly breaking ties with this blog. Three years, going on four that I’ve had it. I don’t want to give it up but at the same time I feel like I’ve grown away from it. Not that I’m too old to keep a journal, just I am now able to talk about myself, my feelings, my thoughts to other people. I feel like I no longer need this sounding board like I used to.
I will keep doing this short posts since that is what has been keeping my interest as of late. Maybe I will come to a more definite decision as to what I want to do with this when the new year rings in.
My My, Oh, My!
Talks of you cooking the turkey, me the veggies and if I prefer a real or fake tree (real, obviously). An orange cat named Jack and my my oh my, is this our future we’re speaking of?
