Heads up.

Unfortunately my internet has jumped off a cliff so new posts are going to be few and far between. I'm currently using a friends to update, so you will not be hearing much.

A few nights ago, while I was attempting to fall asleep I learnt a few lessons, some lessons I would rather I hadn't.

1. I realize what I wanted to say when I wrote my poem.
2. Crying yourself to sleep is strangely comforting.
3. Music is the most reliable thing in the world.
4. I'm scared.
5. My heart is the dictator and can never be overthrown.

That night for some apparent reason everything just crashed down on me. All aspects of my life, from my home, to my love life (or lack thereof.) No I'm not complaining about that but I've realised that I have no control whatsoever over my heart. Sometimes I think I worry to much, but my instant reaction is how is that possible. Well I better not take to long, she's just set up a blog herself and I thought I may as well get it out there. Check out http://beatsforbrains.blogspot.com.

Heartbreaking

Today I watched half of the Rabbit Proof Fence. To sum up what it is about, it is the true story of an aborigine girl called Molly. Her, her sister Daisy and cousin Gracie are taken from their mothers to be 'intergarated and advanced to white status'. It is set in the 1930's, but this crime continued to around 1970. And the awful thing is the philosophy continues today, that aboriginal parents are 'hopeless' but their kids can be saved. The story is heartbreaking and it's hard to comprehend the morally wrongs acts people individually and society can enforce upon people. In the government of Australia's defence they truly did believe that they were doing the right thing but how they went about it brought tears to my eyes.

Well that's my little spiel for today...

Writing

Sometimes I am struck by the power of words. I've entered a writing competition and today I've written a poem that I'm incredibly proud of. I would post it but you can never be too careful, and I am very protective of my writing. Sorry dear readers.

I actually love writing, I don't know what I would do without words. Some say I have talent but I'm apprehensive, maybe it's modesty talking but I don't believe I will ever think I am great at writing.

It is probably silly to try to explain what I feel when I get on a roll and I say exactly what I want to say. But it is amazing. The creativity pulsing throughout your body.

Well I better get back to it :)

Breathe

Readers have you ever physically not been able to breathe, had your breath physically knocked out of you due to a dreadfully honest secret? I did a few nights ago at about 10. I can not even begin to describe how awful it was. Tears escaping down my checks. When she reads this she'll probably think I'm making a bigger deal of this than necessary, and that is probably true logically. But I've never been a logical person.

Why?
That is the most awful question. As it gives you the opportunity to explain, sometimes without the answers. How can you do that and be correct? Simple, you can't. However sometimes you sound truly ignorant saying 'I don't know why?'

Yet sometimes ignorance is truth.