love love love

nashville is my home now. i can't imagine life away from here. i love the people. i love the places. i can't help but see my life here. that's what i want.

i am hurt. i am tired. i am on the floor and i can't keep going on alone. i keep pleading for someone to come and help me through. music provides me with hope, however, reality seems to be displacing that hope. looking at the hope, reality smashes it's possibility, it's truths. i find myself weak and tired. sick of going through the ringer again. over and over, i don't think i can do it anymore. i can't anymore. i'm holding out for completion, redemption, grace and hope. come quickly.

7 is the number of completion: when there is completion there is a new beginning. that new beginning is coming. about 6 more weeks until the 7 years is complete, and i am begging that there be a new beginning.

we're in a new house. apartment rather. it's hard. my room has become my haven. but more than that peoples homes (within the walls of houses) have become places of safety for me.

i am listening to emiliana torrini. i like it. my eyes keep searching this place, every face, every set of hands, every pair eyes.