Thank You Now.

I'm tired of all you skeletons in my closet because even though you're dead to me there will be moments where you will creep through the shadows & come out to haunt me. You're alive in your own ways and you walk the same face of the earth as I do. I wish the world was big enough for the both of us and on most days it is. You're dead to me but it's apparent that I'll never be dead to you...

I'm live.

Check my lifestyle. Click through my photos. Read the blog. Hear it through the grapevine. Do what ever it is you gotta do to take a peek at this life of mine. I'm alive and doing well for myself. I'm nothing like I used to be but still it's always been just me. I'm living on the brink of turning 21 and i'm flipping the world upside down on it's head so it can feel what I feel for a second, the euphoria. This constant state of surprise; pleasure at the start of each new day and the pain of how twenty-fours just doesn't seem like enough. Life is for living so I got up and I lived it. I hopped on a jet plane with a couple quarters and a handful of dreams in search of something I never knew was out there for me. I got my second chance of life so I thank you. I hit rock bottom and it's not like they say it was gonna be. It's soft, it's comforting, and everyone that's real shows face but the most amazing thing of all is if you get to hitting it hard enough, you bounce back up further than where you were before. I bounced. I'm sky high and I can't even remember what it feels like to be on the ground anymore. No room for baggage when you're accelerating up at such a speed. So no, I don't miss you. And that's real talk. I'm glad I met you but that's all the emotion I have left from that long ago girl I used to be. I appreciate the insight you've given me into this life, for setting a solid foundation that I won't fall back on but which I need to support the skyscraper I'm building. I've become the architect and I'm creating this masterpiece that you can marvel at later. Ride up the elevator to the top most floor, stand there on the ledge, marvel at everything below you, take a picture, make it last longer if not forever. But always keep it moving because I'm not sure you can keep up. I'm too hard of an act for you to follow. The bandwagons full but you can try to run behind it if you really feel compelled to grab a piece of this life I'm devouring. I'm not doing this for vengeance. Revenge isn't sweet, success just tastes delicious.

'They say the doors open up as soon as you find the missing key...'