The Secoond Petition (without going into much detail)

So apparently my family is going through some hard times, I guess it's not appropriate to discuss it in detail on the internet but never the less I do feel the need to express something about it. I don't really know what is appropriate here, Brody doesn't really believe in God so perhaps making a prayer is not the best course of action but then again once upon a time i made a request to the Universe, whether that's God, a collection of Gods or some other high being I don't know.

My Petition to the Universe (without going into too much detail)

Dear Universe, my brother is going through a really rough time right now and I think it would be int the best inerest of everyone for you to grant him the strength to beat whatever it is he's going through. Please make him happy please just be with him, help him get better so that the Universe had one less person to worry about. Thanks a bunch
(also please be with my family during this difficult time - especially my parents they really need the strength that love and guidance from you provides.) Thank you
signed everyone they've ever known and I've ever known
like my own petition i encourage anyone who reads this to comment and leave their support. If not please keep my family in your prayers.











On another note I will blog later with less depressing thoughts

Today

Lola bean is a queen. I love yogurt in the morning, now im off to school to doze off and drink way too much coffee

Writing

Today I am feeling the urge to write. Not just my usual ramblings that I am accustomed to doing on here (it is after all my blog, or as a virtual diary as I use it) but instead I want to write I dont know a poem, a song, maybe prose. I don't really know but I have this aching in my brain to write something down. The only thing is I don't know what I am want to write about. The higher presence that blesses us with inspiration is only lightly grazing its lips on the edge of my mind, breathing on my ear words that I cannot yet hear. The words I do hear, they seem so cliched. As soon as I write them down I instantly feel silly, as if someone is looking over my shoulder judging my work. So now I sit looking at the scribblings in my note book and wondering how I got here. Questions to myself, and observations about my feelings. I guess this urge to write is coming out of wanting to express myself in some way but not knowing how. I feel like its too early in the game to say what I'm feeling, the thing is I just dont want to give my heart away to someone only to have it hurt. I want to be careful, cautious.

Sigh

There is nothing nicer than coming home to a house that is not filled with noise and tension after a long day at work. Been house sittign for a couple days now and it feels fabulous. I cook for myself, I clean up after myself and it's just so much more quiet. I'm currently sitting on the couch watching The Trosky and eating tzatziki and loving life. It feels really good.

Wonderwall

And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?


I've never been one who was short on words, but on this subject i find myself unable to form the words that i feel like I'm screaming on the inside. In high school Heather and I wrote this song, looking back it wasn't very good but regardless this one line I wrote comes to mind in this time. " A broken record plays the words that nobody says"