Sarah’s Creative Journey

Saving the best for last. :) Well, it is sentimental too. Had to do something for the end of the school year... The hardest thing is to not look back on what was before, but look back and remember what was good. The problem is when looking at those memories (and missing them) is the thing that hurts the most. So here are some hopefully energizing and nice relaxing thoughts for the end of exams and the end of the school year. A small deed from one friend is a great smile on another friend's heart. The rain p o u n d s on the roof, like c        h         i         n         e          s          e          w           a            t ...

To quote two good friends: Koz and Katelyn "So when you say that statement about, "Man this break went too fast." What you are really saying is..."Man these moments were amazing and I hate leaving them." But that is the thing! You never leave them. They stay with you. You can't get rid of them no matter how hard you try. That is what makes them awesome! That is why I believe when people call me nuts or a weirdo...I believe I am giving them memories of happiness. That is my only goal in this life...to provide happiness. My friend Phil found that in me on Saturday when we caught up and laughed and cried and man that time went fast. But, now I see these moments of passing as a point of happy expectation. It took 14 years for Phil and I to see each other again, but that time went fast. It is going to go fast yet again and it will only lead me to see him again, because we are rolling already...time rolls so that I can have great moments for me in the future....

I've got some good stuff comin' to ya. But I just spent 2 hours at Hangar Variety Show and then an hour before eating free ice cream and watching Opera Workshop! Yay musical theatre! But I felt the need to post something before heading to bed. So I'm putting in some photos for you to enjoy and then prepare for tomorrow or later this weekend for some hopefully good stuff!

I don't know why it took me so long to really like Motion City Soundtrack, but I definitely like them now. Thanks Matt to first introducing me to this great band. So some lyrics? I think so.. If I stand too close I might fall in But if I’m too far gone I’ll never win If you believe in me I might just want to spend some time with you again I’m afraid I tend to disappear into an anxious state when you draw near There is no reasoning it’s quite a silly thing But it’s the way I’ve been for years So I will understand if you don’t stay They say I’m great at first but then the magic fades Into an awful hue of dismal views and pessimistic attitude All this distance Years of sweet resistance Swirling over head Like angry clouds of discontent I have apologized a billion times When I’ve gone off the wall like Busta Rhymes And pulled a stupid stunt that left you thinking there was something wrong with me you’ve thrown a few choice phrases at my way And I’ve ignored them all...

Sums up the feelings of today. I gather thoughts of you. Told you so. So to the garden we go, quiet and slow. Awesome? I think so. Thought I would have to include Goob sometime! :D Yes, this did happen. True statement...

Overwhelmed with inexplicable feelings that I need to share. The night opens up all possibilities of truth and secrets that may have never been told before. The truth bites like a shark and is soft as silk, Roller coasters of emotions spinning round and round the room but everyone is in tune to themselves. Self-awareness can be good, but when we're all involved, things can be forgotten. So many things going on and so many things to do, But time is still passing slowly, waiting for us. Until we realize it, it will never stop. Barriers are broken and relationships are rebuilt, Freedom is rushing through you, Things are forever changing, The least we could do is accept this change. Lost in the lyrics of an infinite world, my heart racing will hardly slow down, Excitement and confusion and love are bouncing off the walls, Barely containing myself I somehow fall asleep And it feels all wrong. I should wake up and try to do something about it. So I am

A Memory A binder broken and bent A bookbag tasseled and torn Some shreds of paper scattered A desk turned over with pieces of bright neon gum on the underside Some empty bookshelves off to the side One two-bladed ceiling fan A chalkboard with a faint trace of erased word, “DaVinci” Funny, an empty classroom, A lost and forgotten scene, Still represents the traces lost. Those once were known. Then a wrecking ball comes to wipe it all away Now it is just a memory. A memory. Untitled Thoughts like ping pong balls Tears at the back of the throat A tight mouth with an overturned lip, Trembling, trying to hide everything. Silent pangs of desperate breath taken, But no cry is heard. Lost in the rush of life, A deep breath is taken. The lip loosens, Tears are swallowed And life slows down. Photography article: I believe that, through the act of living, the discovery of oneself is made concurrently with the discovery of the world around us, which can mold us, ...

Getting even warmer aren't you?

Some pictures around campus and off campus. Some to make you feel warm inside.

Why do we hide in the shadows when we can be seen in the light? I wait for the lights to go down to write what may be personal. My mind still reeling with thoughts, I can't keep up with them [my thoughts]. I slowly notice all of the insignificant details within the room, and it seems like I'm all alone. No one in my world, no one else; nothing going on except time slowly passing. I write for me and I write for You. I write to stay awake. Things are hidden, never clear. Things are quiet and still like the mind. Colors fading, light blocked, the darkness cannot overcome my thoughts. Content and sitting peaceful, just as comfortable as before. Warm and sunny weather not inside this room the darkness will not overcome my thoughts. Shadows on the wall, trash scattered around, words on the board. Yet I am not afraid because I can feel You here. Always listening, always watching, always waiting. Things are hidden, never clear, Things are quiet and still like the min...