There is something I see in you
It might kill me, I want it to be true

The truth is hiding in your eyes
And it's hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are

I'm screaming, "I love you so"
My thoughts you can't decode

I love this story.

"A National Geographic photographer recounts his 4 days filming Leopard seals.  During the time, one became concerned that he wasn’t eating penguins and tried to teach him how to do it.  When he didn’t catch any himself, the seal began feeding his camera with killed penguins."

How lucky we are to live in this time, in which a little piece of mystery is still left in this world.

From the thought-provoking to the unbelievable, there's still questions unanswered, a small part of the world yet undiscovered.

You broke my heart, truly.

Your words warm me like sunlight, gentle on my face, filtered through leaves and branches swaying in the wind.

I feel the hold on my heart weakening.  Am I becoming stronger, or simply beginning to not care?

New favorite license plate I saw a car sporting today...

OMGZMBZ

Oh noez?!?  Teh zombiez???
Squeeeee <3

Scarborough Fair - Aoi Tada
One of my favorite songs ever, redone for an anime soundtrack. Epic.

The saga continues....

The cycle of love exists at the heart of processes essential to some of the greatest accomplishments and most profound realizations, awakenings, and endeavors.  Love shapes us and drives us to shape the world around us. However, the true shaping begins after the initial feelings of ignorant bliss.

Bliss is complacency.  Bliss is becoming soft and useless.  Bliss is forgetting to learn and grow because love makes you too content with who you are.  Bliss is sitting there watching movies halfway through a second box of chocolates, too comfortable to move, then wondering the next day why your favorite pair of jeans fits tighter than you remember.  Bliss is stepping on the scale and realizing you put on a few extra pounds because 4 hour long phone conversations are your new replacement for exercise.

Thankfully, bliss is temporary.  Reality comes snapping at your heels, forcing you to wake up, open your eyes, and catch a glimpse around you just before the world goes red in a bloom of pain.

Because, what it comes down to, is that pain is the answer.  Pain is the heart-wrenching realization that love is fleeting, that sweet nothings are empty, that truly, nobody is there to catch you when you fall.  Pain keeps you alert and focused.  Pain is the restlessness that keeps you moving.  Pain is the sensation shooting through your body and heart when you stumble and fall, and pain is the feeling of your legs picking you up, forcing you on, despite every ounce of you wishing you could have stayed down.  Pain is the pounding of the hard concrete under your feet as you move faster, feeling your strength return slowly, feeling muscles rebuild, feeling your worries and tension work themselves out of your body.  Pain is the crisp air in your lungs escaping in sharp breaths as you push yourself through one more lap.

When love lifts you up then drops you, pain is there to rebuild you from the inside out.  The act of creation through destruction.

Tonight, I embrace the sensation.

Does anyone else remember the old short cartoons from Ren and Stimpy?  The log song is forever stuck in my memory....

The answers are everywhere if you just ask the right questions.