i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

its been quite a week,

but i feel that second year has jump started itself in pretty phenomenal ways.

now that i've got my room in order,

i feel comfortable and grounded in this place.

leaving the comforts of home is not strange to me,

but i'd still love to have a place of my own.

and this is my new four-walled fantasy valley.

with its heartbeat skyline and corkboard/headboard.

with a misplaced chair and peeling table paint.

a lopsided bookshelf and a self-constructed coat-hanger.

its wonderful to see the valley i dreamed of transform itself with each passing year.

and as i go back and keep writing,

i find that the finger tracing my footsteps ages too.

tuesday, wednesday, thursday and friday.

little things everyday.

seeing new faces,

seeing old faces,

doing old things with new flavor.

life is really a cycle of change.

but change hopefully for the better day by day.

im hoping for strength and courage,

when is it ever easy to step out into horizons?

and now im on the brink of another year,

i'll be up for the challenge.