Sunday, August 23, 2009


Some of the people I enjoy hanging out with the most, are the people I've known since I was 5 years old.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

And he asked faintly as the ship slowly became flooded, "Is it too late to give this ship to second in command?"

For so long the master of my domain,
now only the keeper of what remains.
A broken spirit and a hollow voice,
A quiet soul in a sea of noise.
Tiny hands that can't do well,
Logic swallowed in the Autumn swell.
A weakened mind and nothing more,
a plundered ship on the ocean's floor.
A waterlogged pile left to rot,
a beauty that the world forgot.

Dear Self.

You are worth so much more than you give yourself credit for.
So much more than the hurt that you have been subjected to this summer.
You are a child of God.
You have a purpose.
You have a future.
You will be loved for who you are one day.
You are destined for great things.
You must never forget that though then journey is bumpy, the destination is worth the distress.
Hold on tight kid.

-Love, Hannah.