Fitting.

Now What?

I look at my old writings and realize, this is not me any more… I am in a completely different place in my life and now it is all irrelevant to how I currently feel. I am not quite sure what to make of that or how I should feel.
I don’t even know what my writing style is any more… it is so bizarre. We will just have to come up with something, now won’t we?

4-5-2010

With the rain against my face and the sun against my back
I walk forward in a stead pace
Unsure of my connection
Found lost but with held direction
I walk forward in a stead pace
With love in my heart and change in my shoes
I seek my future hoping to ignite the fuse
The fuse that sets my soul on fire
To acquire the life at a constant desire
I walk forward in a steady pace
With my head on right
I am ready to put up the fight
To continue to walk forward in a steady pace.

And So I write.

Something new must always be written.
Something new must always be said
Found.
Discovered.
Dreamed.
Conceived.
Resurrected.
Continued.
Written...