Why do I read the writing on the wall

Well, this is probably my third bloging site…I decided this was going to be for a select few of my friends. The idea came to me yesterday while I was at work… I had a Trapt song stuck in my head, just a bit of it “Why do I read the writing on the wall"

And I decided that too often in life I don’t read the writing on the wall. By this I mean I don’t write enough thoughts that are random, I always have a set purpose for the other blogs I have instead of posting the random poetry, writing tidbits, quotes, ideas, and photos.

This is going to be the place for me to do so. With out any further “ado”, My First Post…

I can't explain what happened that day. All I know is things changed. The wind seemed the blow colder, nipping at my cheeks. If I had any tears left to cry, I'm almost positive they would have frozen to the rose petal red cheeks I had that December morning.

I balled my fist, my instinct wanted to strike him, knock him to the ground just to be able to see him finally fall. I wanted to get the rage away from me. To release the furry I had never felt so strong in my life.

I looked into his icy blue eyes. He was distant, almost vacant. My own brown eyes seemed to bleed into him. He had all of me. He was the only one who could make me crumble with very few words. The only one who could bandage the wounds.

It amazed me; the power he had.