Rolling in the deep

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

cant wait for this album!!

Wake up Alice

I looked at the clock, 11:37.  I looked again in what I could bank on was a minute later, 11:45. Where did that time go? Felt like i missed time, minutes of the day, just vanished, all while I was so consumed in my thoughts. It felt like some days this year when I only blinked between sleeping and waking...dont fade away again.....its time to wake up Alice!

Im quite enchanted by the story of Alice in Wonderland. Its more than a story to me. It's really about a girl who follows her innocent curiosity into an unknown place. A place of amusement, fun, craze and of course danger. After awhile all she really wants to do is leave, because it just becomes overwhelming, she just wants to find her way back out. But of course her journey back isnt simple and not without experiences that almost kill her..... I suppose many things in life can be called Wonderland, anything that we fall into because of our curiosity. You just need to find your way out, sometimes you just need to wake up! 

some Pac

The curse

She hoped she would never see him again. She knew she would die if she didn't. It was a curse to love like that.
F.W Kenyon

my own quotable :)

  'A fool only knows his folly if he becomes wise. If not he will live blissfully in a fool's paradise' © F.A.W

Press on

Press on, press on young soldier for this battle is far from over.
Press on, press on I know your feet are weary, your battles wounds call for comfort, press on.
You have seen the terror of thieves pillaging in the night, but press on. You fought to take your treasure back only to have it stolen again. Press on...
You have run from the valley of the shadow of death only to fall down a precipice of despair. Climb out, scratches and bruises join your other battle scars, but press on.
The dust storms of a barren desert have clouded your vision, press on young soldier press on.
Your tongue longs for some of heaven's tears, do not fall young solider though your bones crack and ache and your stomach heaves. Press on...
You do not know where to go, no compass to guide your way, no companions to relay your tale.You are alone now young soldier all others have deserted you. Cowards in soldier's clothing pretending to wear courage on their breastplate. Their only badges are deceit and selfishness.
But do not let the darkness of night frighten you, press on. Although dark shadows loom over your camp, and strong winds extinguish your fire, press on. Young soldier you must press on. Who will carry on if you die? Who will fight when you fall. No one young soldier but you. Bind your feet and keep walking, bandage your wounds and forward on. Drink in the hope that heaven's glory will whitened out your saddest thoughts. One day young soldier when you have found your journey's end, your medal of honour awaits from those who needed you to fight. Fight for those you cant see, and vanquish those who block your path.
Please young soldier press on you must not abandon me, you are my last hope.

Sorry

I watched For Colored Girls and felt inspired to write something cuz the movie made me think of sooo much. There was a scene more than 1 actually about being tired of hearing sorry......
It made me remember one painful night being told 'look at me, Im really sorry about that, seriously' Wish I had mustered up the strength to say no! No your sorrys have long expired. Not the kind of sorry's for stepping on my toe or forgetting to call me back but the unrepeatable sorry. The one that is only allowed 1 utterance. You've long past the limit of borrowing sorrys from a bank that you can never repay. Your credit line has been discontinued.
Why is it so easy to mock her? Why is sorry such an easy target, to mock, imitate, abuse, turn inside out and upside down? She is so downgraded that she longer means anything to you because you use her like a fresh pair of underwear. She's nice and fresh in the morning and soiled and thrown away by evening. She is like dust in the wind to me almost untraceable and invisible to the eye, barely seen and hardly felt. You may no longer use her, for your debt to her can never be repaid. All she ever asked was to be mentioned in reverence to be uttered at your purest most deepest sign of regret.
Now she just calls out to you, shouting, gnawing at your insides. You can feel her everytime your heart tugs, asking you, begging, pleading 'Please please never speak my name again. Give me my dignity back allow me to go free, I have no more of me to give. You have ruined my name, tarnished my reputation, leave me alone, you have no right to call on me.'
Please leave her alone your sorry means nothing to me.........