These stairs are narrow and I wonder how I'll make it out of here.
You and I, we were invincible. Two birds floating above the world.
Let's rewrite those lonely patches of gray and make something beautiful.

And the wind is blown and cold,
And I can't escape the tears.
One for every broken bone,
And a hundred for all the years.
The Stills

The sky is blue, the sun is shining, the birds are flocking outside my windows, and I think I'll celebrate this November rarity by retreating back into my Benadryl induced coma.

Until next time..
'snooze...

Following my bliss.

I feel a restlessness settling into my bones.
There's this raging spirit that's constantly suppressed by my physical limitations. I can't run down the street screaming at the top of my lungs, damnit, but if I could, I would.
And, of course, I hardly ever put a string of words together with the expectation that it'll sync coherently with my thought processes.

An appreciation and acknowledgment for my day-to-day life isn't going to come from anywhere but within. That damn good GPA? I'm aware of it. Taking photos, sketching little elephants and doodles, writing a mindless blog, not for artistic worth, but for those few minutes of release from the pressure of a chronic illness- I savor that. My breathing? The challenge I confront daily when I march up that hill; I'm aware of it. This spirit, this unwillingness to let anything overwhelm the balance, that's yours truly. Just me.

And hope, it's internal.

"For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others, for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness, and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone."
-Audrey Hepburn

Hard to beat a Thanksgiving feast on Halloween, surrounded by beautiful people and delectable desserts.