i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i think i should sleep soon,

i need to replenish my energy.

its hard to live up to my ideals,

but so far im inching my way toward the goals i've been setting for myself.

with each successful self-restraint i give myself an adequate pat on the back and continue to plow forward in this relentless pursuit of a higher standard.

thats the way i have to live my life.

there are many projects im starting,

many projects im progressing,

and projects im completing.

i call them projects because thats what they are.

redundancy is the only way to explain things sometimes.

moving onto another note,

today was a rollercoaster.

a good one though,

with all the thrills in the right places.

im not the excitement seeking type, however, so once in a while is fine but im most definitely not interested in daily rollercoasters.

im happy with a little patch of life, building my straw-thatched cottage.

i don't have big dreams, i don't have big aspirations,

i just want my life to have counted to somebody else,

and that this patch of life was made beautiful by my existence.

i wonder if i'll ever achieve that.

i feel like i disappoint myself too much, and other people around me.

but im trying, and im determined to succeed.

failure is not an option.

cliche or not cliche?