.standing.

Rose coloured glasses, blue skies and green grasses,
Ours was a childhood of bright rainbow flashes,
And while I closed my eyes to sleep a while,
You jumped and twirled and flew to distant heights.

I know it seems unfinished, but there ya go.

.colour. (alternately - .a splash of life.)

Here's something to light your day,

Painting brilliance to the drab and the lifeless,
Here's something to celebrate,
The joy of living the technicolour dream.

I apologize to the emo-ness of previous posts. For I am a female - a slave to the PMS :P

.centre stage.

Image originally posted at my dA page

Center stage in muted colours,

Dulled and motionless,

Hopeless and directionless.

Sorry, can't bring myself to be cheerful just yet, I blame it on a bad case of PMS. I'll be okay soon. Fingers crossed!!!

Okay so I lied..

Low quality, image originally posted up at my dA account, this particular image located here.

I lied, I was going to post pictures only but I guess I'm going to rant a little and vent. I can never resist writing out my woes.

I'm on the cusp on change and I'm terrified. Which makes me sound wimpy.. and I feel like an idiot for being dreading this awesome opportunity to grow. I've always liked change before, the excitement I always felt with every new start at places unknown I experienced regularly from changing schools so often. Now I wonder why as a (semi) adult, I'm so scared of the thought of moving on.

It feels like I'm at the doorway to something else, but it looms so high and heavy in front of me that I can't move. Its ridiculous.

I hate feeling so helpless and so down like this. I'm not the happiest person out there, but I'm usually more upbeat. *sigh*

What a way to start a blog, eh?