No new posts for a while because I started to live.
I started to branch out: in reading, in friendship, in music, in art.
Year 17 of my life is something else.
Also I discovered the healing balm of Gilead - journaling. It's what I've been doing every day, and I am working up to making it an art. I quote, I think through my pen, I doodle. I let the deepest thoughts, the ones I'm afraid to say out loud, flow onto the paper like riverwater through a dam.
Life is weird, you know. I think I'm going to delete this blog eventually, because I am new.
I started a new one on Livejournal, but I don't like it. Maybe I'll just re-archive this one..or something.
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer my friend in blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
