Light

Stillness
and deepening darkness;
ever present
yet barely there.

Then bursting in enormity
of gradual energy,
dancing through a caged existence
to possibility.

Then floating away...

But to what?
To where?
Where will it go?

When the light forces itself through
the thick cashmere of night?

Previous darkness felt
but not pursued,
not desired.

Shut out.
The sun
comes again.

-C.G.H.

It's definitely time for

a new pair of slippers. Pronto.

Sometimes...

...you have to make a decision you never thought you would have to make. You feel completely at peace with that decision, and yet negative and sorrowful emotions still bubble inside of you, just beneath the surface, waiting to explode in an extremely female kind of way. That crippling sense of failure grips your senses and shakes them...well, senseles. You really wish you could explain away all of the stupid things you're feeling and make them go dig their own graves, never to return, but no. They stick to you like skin to mic tape, stick to your heart and nearly suffocate it. Everything squashes together in the immense pressure and stress of your suffocating organ.


You've been waiting and waiting, but the clouds remain in their chilly, grey state, not a hint of silver to be found. Their linings stay darkened, offering no answers to questions you seek answers to.

Silver linings come in retrospect, at the end of someone's story. My story is far from over.

it's the new year

And what will I do?

RESOLUTION
Read more. Read, read, read, read, read. As much as I can. As much as I can get my hands on. As much as I can venture out to find. Whatever is recommended. Whatever isn't recommended. Just...everything. In elementary school, I used to read. I always brought a book to class. In junior high, I read. I read everything. I was the fastest. And now, in high school...I don't read. It got pushed to the side. My deep, long, wonderful romance with the written word has cooled and been replaced by homework, rehearsals, friends, and sleep. Who needs sleep?! I'm reading more!

Run, runna runna, run, freedom, run away.

Christmas break? Yeah, it's me, Carlie. So, I think you should get here. Faster. And you should come. Sooner. That is all.

Carlie


Also, the title to this post is courtesy of the musical comedy Urinetown. Who knew?

fall, fall, my favorite time of all...

The decorations, the leaves, the candy, the wind, the cold mornings, the mugs of hot cider that warm your insides...this is the time of year I LIVE for.



it's almost halloween.

Which means it's almost my birthday!

Why is halloween the best time of the year? Well, now you know.
Not only is Autumn the best season hands down (Winter being a close second, I think...but I may change my mind to Summer or Spring tomorrow) but my birthday gets to come right in the midst of fall beauty!! Ah, sweet mystery of life. Beauty, you are leaves that change color and blow away in ringlets of autumn folly!

I really need...

a haircut,
a dog,
some new winter shoes...these flats aren't keeping my tootsies warm and it's only October,
better fashion sense,
some hot chocolate,
money,
a new book to read,
and
November.