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Name: Justin
Location: Panama City, Florida, United States
Birthday: 9/26/1986
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Saturday, January 28, 2006

Dreams can be a good thing at times.  They take you to a world that can only exist in your subconscience, but lately I have been having the most vivid and real dreams I have ever known.  I wake up to only find myself still dreaming.  Dreams are supposed to end and fade away when you open your eyes, but these keep playing and stay with me like memories.  Even as I am sleeping I know they are dreams, but they become almost real and even I decide what I do in them.  How is that possible.  If I am awake enough to decide what I do in a dream, then I should not be dreaming in the first place.  This is not just a one night occurance either.  I have had these type of dreams for the past week almost and they seem to get even more vivid with each passing night.  Each night is different, so, unless they all tie together later, there is no connection between each one.  One night I had two that were completely different.  They were like ending one show and the the next coming on.  It seemed amazing at first for the concept that I could dream up anything i wanted and it could be like a memory of my past.  There could be no limits to my experience, but sometimes they are not so pleasant because I can only control what I do to an extent.  And they characters in these dreams act independently on their own.  What are these dreams?  Or are they nightmares masked in a cloud of fantasy infesting my nights.  Maybe they will just go away.  I do not know what will happen.  I don't even know why I am writing this.  I am no looking for feedback.  Just a listening ear. 


Thursday, January 19, 2006

Currently Listening
Composure
By Waking Ashland
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 It has been quite some time since I have made an entry.  I have been overwhelmed with school and work to the point where I have not had much time for xanga.  For those of you who do not already know, I withdrew from southeastern university and am back home for the time being.  I am changing my major to nursing and plan to do a 2 year program starting in the fall.  I left a lot of things unfinished down south, but i hope I can return to resolve them sometime.  I have seen a lot of mistakes I have made in the past few years and am dealing with the consequences from those now.  They are all my fault, but I will say that some I felt a little led into.   I hope that everyone is having a splendid year so far and God bless.


Sunday, November 06, 2005

Currently Listening
The Comfort of Home
By Rufio
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A life lived in shadows of giants towering above

Looking to faces smeared, looking to love

Grasping the ropes, holding them tight

She runs from his heart but not out of sight

Leaning side to side as wind pushes him back

He tears through the pain keeping his heart intact

A last minute leap to grab a hold of her dress

Realization of the hole beneath him ends the rest

 

Falling through life in a spin of fate

My cry for a second chance came too late

Letting go of her is all I can do

Letting go of her, say I’m through

I yell at the top of my chords

One last chance I ask for

Give her heart, give me her soul

I’ll give her mine to make me whole

 

Could this be time collapsing in

Taking with it all left within

I try to roll my eyes to the back of my head

Hoping for a glimpse of the past I had

The lies come out so vividly with hindsight

Yet, the truth still so unclear as night

Time has had its way with me

All I can do is look forward and flee

 

What kind of thief could have came so silently

To steal my heart and break it so violently

I’ve had pain and hurt but none such as this

Too much too bare for the girl I could not resist

Her eyes so glazed with her cold bitter heart

Each kiss was just a chance to rip mine apart

Have I gone too long with this open wound

I’ve lost much blood, I may die soon


Wednesday, October 26, 2005

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You Stand Watching
By Ryan Cabrera
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I love hurricanes.  I got to go home this weekend because of Wilma and I have to say that I was unaware of how much I was missing home.  I got to hang out with my best friends Nate and Terrence for a little while which was great.  I also got to catch up on some times with a very old friend, Hillary.  It is amazing how some things just work themselves out in a way where everything is perfect and ready except one thing and once again you find yourself waiting for what seems an eternity for the inevitable to happen.  So many things have been left unfinished, but one day they may be completed to figure out the puzzle that has yet to be solved.  I've never forgotten the wrongs I've done and I will always be in guilt and shame for the pain I have caused, but God must see it fit for me to have a second chance at all the amazing times I have missed out on.  We shall see what will come of this long saught after continuation of one of the greatest stories known to man.  We shall see.


Wednesday, October 19, 2005

I want more out of life.  I want to live the moments that my decisions have made me miss.  I want to know where I would be if things had been different.  I want.......................a second chance.



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