A semi-personal diary, a peek into a not so average, average girls life. Come along for the ride.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Time is a Wasteland pt. 1
The places we explore only exist within our grasp. Outside of that existence lacks luster. We rely on our sens and emotions to tell us who we are; but that is ever changing as the time that surrounds us. our experiences only have definition in the present mind, for as the moment goes by it is lost to our idea of exploration.