Sincerity

The moon's humility has left me speechless yet again at this hour.

I shall go to sleep.

And let my soul relearn what it truly means to be horizontal.

Everybody's walkin' like the new kid in town

For strength, we seek for our weaknesses.
In strength, we see our weaknesses.
With strength, we understand our weaknesses.

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There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar
Great expectations, everybody's watching you
People you meet, they all seem to know you
Even your old friends treat you like you're something new

Johnny come lately, the new kid in town
Everybody loves you, so don't let them down

There's talk on the street, it's there to
Remind you, that it doesn't really matter which side you're on.
You're walking away and they're talking behind you
They will never forget you 'til somebody new comes along

Oh, my, my
There's a new kid in town
Just another new kid in town

I tried. I shall do better.

Yesterday was a tiring day for me. I think, and I hope, I was sincere. Perhaps I just didn't know how to remind them of the reason why I volunteered to open up my place. I didn't know how to explain the things they should or shouldn't do. My patience was being tested. I got offended multiple times. Please be kind and mindful. You don't know what's going on. It was draining.

My apologies, friends.

But thank you (:

I feel

I feel young, and I feel old.
I feel like a stranger, and a familiar soul!

What a blessing.

Speaking of blessings, the semester's starting. It's time to hit the road. I'll use my feet this time. I wonder what it feels like being barefooted again.

Today, I turned back time with the sound of music.

The hills are alive with the sound of music
With songs they have sung for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music
My heart wants to sing every song it hears

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds
That rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze

To laugh like a brook when it trips
and falls over stones on its way
To sing through the night like a lark
who is learning to pray

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I've heard before
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
And I'll sing once more

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I remember now, the hills are alive! Very much alive!

2015 - Alive, with the one who lives

I learned a little something last year. I truly learned a little something. I learned that there are lots to be learned, about living, and dying. I also learned that 2015 is the most significant year in my life thus far.

It is. It really is.

My apologies, words are failing me. If you truly want to understand, here:

 

Hope it helps.