today i choose to turn silence and night into words. all that has once been unutterable, i would like to write them all down on this very night, and make the whirling world stand still at least as long as a blink of an eye would take. i am eighteen, i do not go hopping around clubs and allow the ways of the world consume me, instead i lay down on my bed with novels from nicholas sparks till fashion inspirations like lauren conrad or if not just plentiful 17 mags whilst listening to music which makes sense to me. i watch as my faith deteriorate by the improper scenes played around me but to be spiritually revived within moments, i am reminded of the very dream where i saw myself wrapped around the arms of my savior. picked up time and time again, i knew he was love. shopping made life instantaneously become a quiver of new found words and for the fluttering of butterflies? too afraid to take on chances. it is that of high anticipation that leaves one still in her very own unfound secrecy. as much as i would like to continue being in a field of greenery and picking up white petals from flowers found amidst and to just twirl around freely without a care in the world, i am growing up. the girl that was once afraid of taking chances and to have lived in regrets her whole life, needs a change. #2012