There is a time, in the wee hours of the morning

when the earth is at peace

the world has stilled its beating heart,

if only for a minute

to get perspective on the things ahead

The world is too buisy to not take these moments captive

they should be precious in my memory

my stolen time,

in thought

in prayer

in dreams

Before my roomates stir,

before the cars zoom by

I will stare out my window,

in silent meloncholoy

sharing my rhetoric with the masses

I leave in the morning for two weeks in Texas, and for some reason I have a feeling of foreboding!  I dont know why I am so scared. Is it because I haven't seen my family in almost a year and I am afraid they wont like the "new me"?

Am I afraid my old friends will have forgotten about me?

Have I changed to much? And was it for the better or worse?

this feeling will go away, right?

I am praying for love to be shown in all places

I just want everyone to know that I am going to see my family in 5 1/2 days!!!

 TEXAS HERE I COME

I get to see them!! They make my life worth living! I miss them more than anything ever in the  whole wide world!!

Oh to dream!