The reply is okay. But deep down you are unsure how you and your girl are :-/

The mind has always been a powerful thing. But what if that part of your mind that feels loved and happiness is dissatisfied. As human beings we yearn for the feel of love a reason to stay upon this empty life. To give reason as to why we were purposely created and set into someone’s every day life. But my heart falls for those that have less appreciation or aren’t appreciated in this life time. We are a spec of something greater than we can’t see with our hearts so we fall short of the less meaningful things that makes life easier to pick oneself up and do better. We didn’t choose to be born in the situations of our life written from someone else’s mistakes before us. But we are chooses to deal with the emptiness of not getting a choice at being all we can be. So we fall short within ourselves and wish life can fast forward to the end or beginning of a spiritual life whether its 6 ft under or in a beautiful vase. Life isn’t always what you prosper its an awaiting novel that either tells the story or it’s being told for you. Once again what do you do when life throws you garbage instead of flowers.

I used to write alot but then I stopped. The words don’t stream through my fingers as much. My thoughts have become mute as if im waiting for that sudden inspiration. The times where I wrote so much that my thoughts and analysis were as clear as the road in my daily life. As soon as I put the words stamped on the multiple lined paper it was a printed press for my life’s opinions. It’s not easy to just jump back into a used to and not anymore routine of my younger life. Ugh its frustrating me even more to know that im typing and I don’t feel like typing anymore. I guess sometimes you want a audience to listen to what your saying when you write. But writing for myself just seems useless these days.