In my life.

Isn't there some sort of component in life that just tells you how much the meaning of your existence combined with mine is? I know that the component that shows me is the meaning of our existence together is located in the middle of my chest. The palpitations never stop when you're close to me. Every night before we go to bed. My head on your chest listening to your heart beat in my ear just rocks me to sleep like a lullaby. I love you with every fiber of my being, and I never thought that my love for you would be so great, but it is, and you have no idea. 

Well that was just a little piece that I just felt like sharing, and I hope you guys enjoy it :) Well Its Feb 1st. and the month of January has gone by WAY to fast, but besides that Valentines day is coming up, then my birthday March 11th! yay! haha :) and well yeah besides that I'm trying to get in the groove of writing an entry a day/night so even if they are pointless lol SORRY! but I love writing and sharing things :) 

okay well class is early tomorrow morning so night! <3

 

Oh blog

So its late and of course I cannot sleep on a school night haha always happens to me. I wasn't going to start blogging until tomorrow, but well...technically it IS tomorrow lol. But anyway I just posted my first blog post, its a piece that I worked on in my creative writing class, and i actually like it a lot, and it means a lot to me too. So  I will definitely be adding more to that piece :). Well i do have a 9 O'clock class this morning so I should probably try and get some sleep. Good night and thanks for dropping by! :)

Viejita mia

Her hands are fairly large for a woman. Her skin tone is am olive tone a color many young girls would dream of having. Her fingers seem to be crooked because of old age. But if you look at her nails you will notice that not one of her nails are torn or bitten off.  Despite of the pain she might be feeling because of her aching pains she still takes care of her hands. She picks up her old torn Bible, slowly opens it and begins to read it.  You can tell that she is having trouble holding it up because of how heavy the old book is.  You begin to notice her arms which have sun spots on them from being on the beach far too often while growing up.  She is wearing a long jean skirt and an old gray cardigan which you can tell has had some years of wearing. Her high cheekbones are some to admire that any girl would wish having.  Her smile makes you feel safe.  Her hair salt and peppered pulled straight back into a bun, she looks up at me, Bible in hand and says, "Mija, don't forget where you come from." and kisses my forehead.