Running.

I love to run. Sometimes it is all I have.

Its the closest thing to flying.

I ran yesterday to clear my head. It was one of my shorter runs, but it was wonderful.

It was pouring rain.

Slick hair, skin tickled with the mercy of rain.

My heart races, and the pain melts away.

There is only me, my legs, the pavement, &'Sigh No More'.

The battles of today seem lost with every step.

I am healed.

Rain. Running. Music.

These shoes fit me best.

When I throw on my running shoes and my music and just go until my body says no more.

I feel like I can do anything.

My mind is clear.

My heart is steadfast.

My intentions are pure.

When I run I feel free.

When I run I feel successful.

With every step all my worries, pain, busy thoughts, and agendas fall to the pavement and disintergrate.

I become the most worry free most will ever see me.

With my focus entirely on getting oxygen into my lungs, sending that through my bloodstream, sending the nutrient rich blood to the pumping muscles, I have no cares.

There is only this body, this heart, and this spirit to know how things are to be.

There is mearly me to find.

In every run the search goes farther and farther.

Deeper and deeper.

I learn more about myself in running than most other things.

During the run I have to be completely reliant on myself.

I breathe correctly, because I will it to.

I jog, because I will it to.

I sprint, because I will it to.

I move one foot in front of the other with the desire to overcome and endure.

Because I will it to. Nobody else. But I.

If I had not the courage to begin I would be unhappy and unfulfilled.

I came to this realization that I desire to spend my life running.

My success is measured in the endurance of the sport, the journey it will take, the pain and love that will befall me,crossing the finishline with all of the will my spirit has to offer, and stopping at the end to see how far I have come.

Strength is power with honor and faults.

This creed I will live by.

Even if it seems I am just mearly running. 

A penny for my thoughts...no, I'll sell them for a dollar...

It'a been a rough past few weeks...

The anniversary, a semi-falling out with a friend, school, production, choir, and my other side projects.

The days come and go where all I want to do is disappear from this city and into the woods.

Just to be entirely alone.

Alone to cry. Alone to think. Alone to dream. Alone to write.

Then there are days when I am perfectly content and secure in the busy whirlwind of my day.Both of these are luxurys I have.I came to the realization that I take it for granted.Slow I know, still the same I am learning.

I dream of the days when I will fly free and do everything I have ever aspired to.

Music is the only thing that make sense right now. That and writting.I am eternally grateful for music in my life. especially all of the musicans I am surrounded by.

Music gives me the inspiration to say how I feel.

I have the luxury of music and a whirlwind day. I am so grateful for these. I would be even more lost with out either of them. I am finding a lot of direction in my life currently, I am happy. Adjusting, but happy.

Sigh no more.

Serve God, Love me and mend...

This is not the end.

Live unbruised we are friends.

And I'm sorry,

I'm sorry.

Sigh no more, no more

one foot in the sea, one foot on the shore

My heart was never pure.

And you know me.

And you know me.

And man is a giddy thing...

Love will not betray you, dismay or enslave you,

It will set you free.

Be more like the man you were made to be.

There is a design,

an alignment to cry,

of my heart see,

The beauty of love as it was made to be...

-Mumford and Sons-