2 Things

All I ever wanted was to find someone who likes me for me. Likes me for the person I am, even for the person hiding behind the mask. To be loved for being me, not for the things I could do for them or "hook-ups" I could get them. I'm a lucky one. Taking a random chance and following my heart, I found someone (or he found me or fate hooked us up or something), and I couldn't be happier. And as much of a goober as that makes me out to be, I don't care...It's the truth.

I know I've been gradually changing, stepping out of the world of black into a world...Of color! Yes, I know it goes against all my morals and my beliefs, but in a strange way, it's almost like a deep breath or sigh. It's sometimes nice to not have to be "myself" for a little while. Mind you, I still love, and always will love, wearing black, but this color thing isn't too horrendous. I mean, at times I feel like I'm being a traitor to myself and that I look stupid or silly, but sometimes I really feel good. I guess I'm so used to my concert tee's and jeans, that when I try to be "cute" I feel like I look funny. It's like seeing the girls walking around downtown or at the clubs who just look like they're trying too hard to be cool...I don't ever want to be like that. If anything, I just want to fit in. (I can't believe I just wrote that, but I did).

So yea, on that scary note. I think it's time for my conclusion. Sadly, nothing too profound or deep is coming to my mind. I guess I shall end it with a line from one of my most recent poems (Maybe I will post it one night when I fell compelled to do so, maybe not, guess we shall just have to see, but I think it sums up what I'm feeling most on a day-to-day basis)...So here it is...

Lost in his eyes, found in his heart...