To whom it may concern:

Dear God,

 

Laying here

with these blankets spread

over my aching body.

Both in mind and in flesh

 

I can´t help but wonder.

when the wandering, winding

road will take me home

or to something that resembles such.

 

Where are you and

with whom are you with?

Swimming in these deep blue nights

submerged in my silence.

 

I´m glad the good

of the world that was

preached, ingrained. To me:

only right. Because if not

 

I can´t be sure that

the promise of perfect,

of salvation,

would be enough to drive my being.

 

What is life that has no

pain. Though at times dark,

a lifetime that is

beautiful, how is paradise?

 

It´s true that the thoughts

of you and what can come

sometimes help.

But sometimes don´t.

 

Mostly, though

I think it´s just the days

just the places.

Always the people

 

who make me believe.

And for this I feel guilty.

Lucky, but guilty.

 

I want to say I´ll follow ever

guided solely by the words,

red they are written in that

old and tattered Book.

 

But then I´d be lying,

which we both know is

the very point.

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I must come off a lot whiter than I am. Why is it that everyone is shocked when they see that I can dance. It´s always like this big surprise that amuses all. I don´t get it.

Had a really good time out for Gina´s birthday, at least 2 albums worth of pictures, even though the night started out sort of crappy.

Sort of bothers me how little attention the girl who has been arrested in Iran is getting. She is a student from a university in California who was doing some research on the women´s rights movement in Iran. I saw the story one day, and since then it´s been gone. Sort of sad the way that the media picks certain stories to continue to run and those to not.

I think it should be illegal to store your credit card number in an itunes account. It´s far too easy to spend money.

I´m really sick of being called preciosa. Also deliciosa.

I should probably go to sleep.