Pillow Talk

Sweet
Sweet pillow talk.
I never could have imagined.
It couldn't get better than this.

Laying intertwined
in the glow of the shadows.
You never did let me go
on a simple nevermind.
You always wanted to know what's in my mind
                                                                        on my mind.

Sweet
Sweet pillow talk
We never could have imagined this.
We never thought we would get to this
                                                           get into this.

So deep
laying in the shadows of this softness.
Letting go of this mangled string around my heart.
And we never did think it would get to this
But now its something I wouldn't have missed this
for the world.

Blue Skies

Life can be hard
when you're stuck
up against a wall
Did you know that if
you keep trying
and never forget your dreams
you can never fall

Just keep holding on and know

It isn't all blue skies
It isn't all grand
The world that you walk on
can't be put in your hand
But if you just believe
in possibility
you'll love those blue skies
every sunshine you see

But if tomorrow
turns gray
and you can't find
you're way
Just reach out you're hand
and I'll be there for you
pulling you through

Cause it isn't all blue skies
It isn't all grand
The world that you walk on baby
can't be put in your hand
But if you just believe
in possibilites
you'll never doubt
any of your dreams

No matter ho lonely
No matter how hard
You'll find a way
You'll see it through
Cause I always believed in you

No matter the blue skies
No matter how grand
Even when the world you walk on
can't be put in your hand
And when you believe in everything you do
I will still be there to see you through

Dear Tom

Sitting here
Staring at you
and all that you do
Looking for a second chance
to hear your voice laugh
I never said thank you for that
Will I ever get that chance

Your memory dance in front of me
and that's all that I see
I'm thankful for every last class
and every bad joke
we laughed at
I never said thank you for that
Will I eve get a chance

And tonight
as I sit in the light
Wishing you'd come back just once to say
"Confound that chalk!!"
I never said thank you for that
Will I ever get that chance

So I hope your happy now
where you're found
You were saved the night
I cried out my eyes
Now your in a glow of light
that makes everything right

It is where your meant to be
standing in a halo I can't see
I never said thank you for that
And I'll never get my chance

Novemeber 3, 2006

Sitting in the car on the ride home to Yonkers I relized that this was my first wedding. For a girl that is as much a romanic as myself it's kinda depressing. No wonder I'm such a romantic. I want romance soo much, because I've never actaully seen the whole process. But this wedding would give me the opportunity as I thought trying to not think about the windy road that was slowly turning my stomach.
When I finally reached how I got ready in the dress that some would describe as hippish, but is something I described as elegant. Plus it matched my hair at the time lol. And to my astonishment I got ready in less than an hour, if you don't count the hour i spent getting my nails done and a cup of coffee in starbucks...its good to be back to civilization i thought as i sipped in totally confident in my surroundings for once. one hand on the wheel, one on the coffee cup.
The wedding as a whole was small, intamate, and romantic on so many levels. Along it wasn't typical. no one cried accept the groom, my new Uncle Matt. I thought it was sweet but i wanted to pull my Aunt Susie's hair just to make sure she would cry in pain. Serioulsy you get one day to wear a beautiful white dress with the waterproof mascara. Why you aren't using it is beyond me? lol

The reception however is another subject on so many levels. Starting with cocktail hour and ending with dessert one thing is the one the lisit...the buze. Personally I'm not a heavy drinking, but you know how the saying goes..if there is a fountain why not (although there really wasn't a fountain you get the point)
So what does any college girl do...well of course start with an apple martini (heavy sting) then work her way to champange, followed by more champagne. Then I had a good spear and had two glasses of shirley temple with extra cherries. even so though the champange had taken it's effect on me. To the point that I was so timpsy that I went  dancing with the rest of my drunk realtives that were having a blast, considering they couldn't even dance to the beat anymore.
I'll give my mom creadit though. she was doing pretty well considering everything she drank.. I personally believe that all the alcohol went to her knee numbing it so that she had the ability to dance that way she did lol. I mean the band was impressed enough to have her help out on some neil diamond songs they did just for her. lol which was fun cause the last time i had seen my mom sing was when she was wasted on my girls scouts trip in grade school lol
Some one that didn't fare well however was my dad and any women at the party that was sitting down for too long lol. He had this weird passion to get everyone and anyone up on the dance floor. not only to dance, but also so he could hurl them across the floor. his timing was so bad that when i was dancing with him i became so dizzy that i forgot what song we were even dancing to, slow or fast. that was because everything with him was fast....hmmm makes me think lolol
Overall it was good though. i'm glad my family let loose. they work really hard and they never get a good chance to have a good time without the kids to worry about.  And now that i'm not one of kids anymore its good to be in their club. its almost like the fights all went silent in this wonderful agreement over champagne.
Start with champagne end with water and tyelonol lol
to the next wedding i can't wait...white lillies and all

MY FIRST B+!!!

                                        The Definition of Ivory Keys
         Life as always been immersed in sound. All over the world there is noise that projects into the ears of huddled masses. It is this constant sound that is absorbed and simply assumed that it's just apart of normal life, like something that is alwaysjust there. This is approach to sound is a way to display how we truly take for grnated the power of sound.
        Many pass through life hearing, but not truly listening. When you listen you have to get inside the noise. Make every aspect of the the sound surround you so that you can see the inside of it. It is when you are inside the sounf theat you can truly understand it and actually see it for what it actually is.
       For as long as I can remember sound has never been just that to me. No matter what was happening the sound created always had a meaning, wheter it was my brother making the hissing noise from Aliens or the simple banging of pots as a subsitution of drums. That simple meaning of what sound was developed deeper as I grew in this desire to learn how to play the piano.
       Physically the piano is just a wooden box. Inside it holds silky glass-like keys made of ivory. In many ways there is an inequality within between the black and white, but no one really seems to mind. Sometimes the wood is carved decortively making it beautiful so you can put it in the front window, where the sun shines in and illuminates the keeys. Sitting there it becomes the center of attention. Looked at, but never really played the way it should be.
        In time the piano ends up just sitting there waiting for a chance. It waits for just a slight peak of interest by someone, for it is in that one peak there is opportunity for it to fulfill its purpose. In time however theat peak fades. Times changes everything including the piano. It soon becomes old as the white ivory keys fade tan and begin to stick. The wood chips and warps in the sun. The beautiful sound that it once made also turns as the strings loosen out of tune.
       This when a sinlge huma body sitsdown at its seat and strikes a single key. It is in that instant that everything in the room changes: the mood, the sound, the reason for being there. Sound is created and soon people are listening to see what happens next, like its a great mystery waiting to be solved.
       Music in that manner has the most simple and complex approach. Every song ever written, wheter it is a half a hour or three mintues, was created for the purpose of explaining something. THe greates thing is that one song could be listened to by ten people and be seen through a wade range of interpertation. The piano is just on instrument that opens doors for creation and interpertation. I have always loved this one instrusment, but I have never known how to really play until now.
       I know every key and their individual sound. I memorized them when I was little and would go to the music store with my brother. He would always need strings for his guitar and when he wasn't looking I would wander to the piano section. I always had this strange passion to learn and now ten years later I finally took the initiative to do what Ii always desired.
        In my heart I dreamed of making music that would bring life to all the worlds  I have ever writtend and hidden away. The piano would be my outlet of emotion and sentiment, but the first thing that came out of it was nothing close to what would be called music. To put it bluntly, I sucked and I hated it.
         It didn't help that the keys were actually out of tune, but I didn't stop. I would practice an hour every day and two hours on the weekend. All I kep on thinking was of the entire time was of all the famous piantist that I had seen. Their fingers always seemed to float over the keys as if it took no effort to do what they did. FOr them it was something very typical to play and automatically make music. For me it was more along the lines of magical if I just hit the right keys.
        Over time I improved though. My fingers got faster and my brain adapted to the idea of chrods. Slight improvement are just what I kept my mind on, because if I don't then all I will have are the bad days. Thise days when my fingers wouldn't do what I wanted as if they had a life of their own. In my mind they were like curious little children too eager for something to come, so they would ruin it enitrely. To steady myself off I would just think of everything I wanted for this one thing, this one instrument.
         That thing I wanted was music, at least one good song so that I could say I tried. Even if it was only for one monthat least I attempted something that others would just call to simple to be extradinary. They were all wrong though. Anything ever attempted is something extroardinary, even if it doesn't include climbing Mount Everest. What I am attempting is my own personal feat.
         It is sound in the simples and most complex manner. It surrounds us everyday. In many ways it defines the mood of a room and is absorbed by those listening. For the simple listener who simply hears what is there, sound is created and nothing more. FOr people like me, sound is something that defines. Sitting down at the piano everyday defines me no matter how simple the feat may seem. The keys I play on explain everything that you can't read or simply understand. Once I get the definition right you will truly hear the song.

DEAR MR. MAYER

Dear Mr Mayer,
I have been waiting so long for a new album, that when it came out I went to Best Buy as soon as I could. I bought, and sat down with the lyric book to listen to it. I was intent and certain I was destined to fall in love with your voice all over again.
And like every other album before (including your live album, which I have to say I downloaded illegally..sorry) it was amazing. You never fall short of surprising me with your abilities to write some that makes me say wow. In this album u had some pretty good solful guitar solos which was a slight change.
One thing I do have to say to you Mr. Mayer is whay are you so fucking depressed? Listening to your mellow album makes me ask, "Where is my sassy John that wrote music that I would dance around my room with?" This album is all about heart ache which I can relate too, but I don't want to relive. So while I understand the creative process and you have to get this out of your system, but please. Some things you just don't tell your audience. Some things just get hung in the closet forever. Some of this should have just been hung in the closet, atleast for now.
Don't get dicouraged though. I still love your voice and your music. I still love your music. I just hope heart ache doesn't strick you again for the sake of many things, includig your music.
Sincerely,
A girl

I'm BLack

I discovered that i'm black. I just have deep roots in the black culture I guess. maybe in my last life I was balck..THat would be cool cause sometimes being white gets boring.

Seriously though I bacame black the day i walked into the hair salon on the 4 floor of the white plains gallerina and told the lady do me black. i think it was like the first time in my whole life that my mom didn't do my hair which was kidda freaky cause i didn't exactly trust the hairdresser but oh well. it came out cool.
the first day was awesome to cause he made it so freakin pin straight that I had spider bangs lol...it was freaky i looked so goth lol i was tempted to go to hot topic and buy a bunch of crap but after the hair i was broke and late for dinner lol
some people don't like it and think its to bark...but hello its balc its suppose to be..black is dark!!! lol..but no matter what u say i like the change. its different for a while..and its not like my hair is falling out anymore than usual. lol...so it isn't the end of the world no matter ho many people say ewww
get a life...or a new color.
i find getting a new color can help lol

Sacred Heart Revistied

High school is four years. Four years of papers, assignments, dances,a nd just general crap. By the last year you just want to get out and you don't give a dam!! All emotion is lost because you have been there for soo long. You don't want to take the typically high school shit anymore, so you go to college.
The day you get there you miss it. You miss the assignments, papers, and dances. You miss the spirit day and everything else they throw you. You regret ever hating it. Then you become fastinated with it and even the idea of going back. And if you are like me, you do go back.
Which is a good thing. I beleive everyone should go back to their high school. Its a chance for you to see everything again, and realize it all over again. You realize that you can't be there. You don't belong there.
The high school I know and love isn't there anymore. That is because the high school I know and love includes the people that made it the most enjoyable for me. My friends was the reason that high school was what it was. Ever discussion, arguement or just silly idea came around because of them. If it wasn't them then it was our class...which rocked ass.lol  We were a family rise or fall! and that was the greatest thing.

With out that element. Without everyone there it's different, almost spooky. Its bad to see it that way almost, but good at the same time. Its bad because in your heart u just want to remember it for the good times that you had. Its good though too cause you know it won't be the same. the good memories you will just have to carry with you.

So I will just carry them along with everything else I have in my backpack to class every single day.

BlacK and Red!!!

comtemplating.....hmmmmmm. i just spent the last four hours in a hair salon. 'why?' you may ask...that doesn't make any sense to me!!
well it makes sense to me. The last four hours I spent in a hair salon with the wonderful Becky getting her hair dyed blue. The only problem with that is that the dye for the blue didn't actually wor on her hair. So instead we colored it black with these really cool blonde highlights. Overall just imagine a small petite girl with a huge personality that has black and blond highlights....ITS AMAZING!!!
it was the coolest four hours I have ever spent in a hair salon with someone that I don't even know that well.  over all it was just fun...with the wawa (don't even ask) the best part was in the end we got something that was permenant...well untill her hair grows.

Plus the fact that I was sitting in a salon for four hours i was tempted to do something extradinary...creative hair has always been my passion...especially to do red. so while I was there i talked with Flow (yes that's her name)...and figured out what i'm going to do....which is black base and red through the top...which will look soo extradinarly fantasic...
the only problem is that after today...I'M BROKE !!!...that is till becky pays me back for some of it...and i was thinking that it would cost maybe $130....so even if i get some money from becky i will still be broke...so either way i'm screwed..unless i get paid lol
i love and hate college at the same time!!!!

just some scribble

tonight
the horizons are changing
as perspectives move
to a new beat

and seeing things from this angle
makes the flow
more interesting

everything used to be so smooth
everday a repetition of the last
but now everything has changed
for the better or the worst
its in the air

the air tongiht
seems thiner than the last
its giving stuggle to the breath
each takes
but in doing so we are stronger

and we learn
that every perspective
looking in the mirror
u'll see the changes created

created in the puzzle
that changes as
we move on

moving along
as the night turns to day
taking the new perspective
with us
on our way

as the horizon
once morphed
comes toward and then changes again

college verson of i feel soo pretty

i'm so fustrated..i'm so fustrated..i'm so fustrated that i want to scream
and i want to kill anyone that feels at ease

i'm so horny...i'm so horny...i'm so horny that i could burst.
and i want to tear apart any girl that has a guy tonight

why couldn't this campus have straight guys!   what kinda curse is that for me?
i can't believe. i can't see. i don't understand

i'm so pissed..i'm so pissed. i so pissed that i could actually pee..
and it sucks cause i don't have a key

I want to kill..i want to kill..i want to kill my roomate tonight
and i wish that i had a nice roomate for once in my life

oh if i could have one wish now...it would be to live in an apartment
...with my own space, my own room, my own music turned loud

but that isn't so!!!

EMO??!!

Looking in the mirror today
Asking myself Who I want to be
The question never fades away
only the posibility
of changing over
of moving forward

And feels like everyday
is endless unmoving
And it seems like everyday
is endless unchanging

I've spent time everyday
chipping at pieces of myself
and with layer chipped away
I see nothing new is ever found
Its all the same
Its all unchanged

And it feels like everything
is unmoving
And it feels like everyday
is unchanging

Stuck in one place
Stuck in one frame of mind
Unable to to move
Unable to see the sky
And its all the same
Its all unchanged
So unchanged

Looking in the mirror today
Asking myself can I change

Awakening

Right from the start
I can't take in this feeling
Is it possible?

I can't believe
it could be so beautiful
The deeps of  my heart
is awakening
at this sight

Open in love
I am released
from this shadow
and this place
Blinding my eyes
by endless horizons
created
in opportunity

I can't believe
This could be anymore
beautiful
My heart is full
from the start
of this

I can't take it in
I can't breathe this in

creative writing

The street lights
guide me away
 and the moonlight
lets me dance in this empty space
of my mind

and somehow i
get away to a place
of my dreams
and i can breathe

The starlight twinkles in time
as i write
 these words down

on the lines
that form
with the music
of everything happening a once

and somehow i
get away to a place
of my dreams

and i can finally breathe
and i can let go of my fanasty
as it becomes a reality

Time is disapearing

Like the clck in the Croccidle of Peter Pan's Never Neverland....time is ticking by
Soon my tims is going to be up and like captain Hook I will have to face my doom. But my doom isn't death, but college.

In a way its depressing how i talk about it. I imagine people redin this and yelling at the screen telling me stop complaining, telling me how i'm pathetic. True I may be pathetic and whining isn't my biggest atributes, but i don't care.
Everything comes at a price and this must be the price for going away to college. Cause all i keep thinking is all the stuff i'm going to miss including my frinds and family. I think about how people are just going to move on without me like there was no terra. All i keep thinking is that this seriously sucks!!!! I wanted but still

Now im stuck with this choice all the others muct come to surface. Like what the fuck am i talking cause lets face it...my room is 1/4 the size of my room now.  And i have a lot of crap...including all my books and cds, so some things just have to go. I'm in a load of shit on moving day. but atleast i got storage materials to help with the tight space. anyone have any good ideas for dorms let me know before august 24. i'll take all that i can get...call the cell
ttyl,t

Note To Prince Charming

This is going to be a basice entry i promise..people are complaining that i write to much and don't get down to the point...so here is the point
....I want romance in my life ....yes
.....i want to fall head over heals in love and be happy with the man of my dreams, but
but i'm not going to grovel for it
so i am no longer accepting applications at this time for boyfriends...if you want me
be romantic
 see me and kiss me
not just any kiss....mean it
prince charming would

Wanting to feel on Top of the World

For the Stalker

Your world is a small bubble in the universe as a whole, but when it comes all crashing down it can feel like the universe is against you. Soon you heart is crushing, and your heart is spining. You are lost and confused. As you start to think back you start to regret everything you have ever done, romantically. You question every move, every thought, every feeling. I f you did something different would things be better today? Would you be happy with that ending instead of this?
I wonder constantly, even when i say that i don't regret. Or atleast I try not to regret. But when your small bubble of a world seems so twisted and shifting to fast for you to adapt you start to wonder.
Now with college starting, me moving out and my boyfriend dumping me I wonder. I wonder if I will ever be romantically happy. FOr a breif time I thought it was possible, but then it drifts away. it always seems like this love thing is going down a path that i can't fallow as i down in almost possiblilty.
as my mom says though..i'm young yet. I'm too young. ...But really am i too young to feel and know how i want to feel.
I want to feel on top of the world, and maybe i will someday.

Virgin Getting By

In this increasingly modern day society. sex becomes one of those things were you're in and you're out before u even know the other person's name, let alone their astrological sign. As Freud says humans have a natural desire for satification just like animals. We have a libido. Which is very true..for guys all it takes is a little push and their off the cliff and around the corner before u can even say start your engines. with girls it takes a little long, but even today the female sex is displaying a policy of do it and run. this is particualrly true of the college scene where freedom from parents allows students to experiment with much more than hetrosexual realtionships but all bisexual pleasuring. 

Going into college i can say that I actually aprove of the sexualy exporation, even if it may seem like explotation. For in college we discover who we are without someone there telling us who we are. Sexual openess is a great way to open your doors to new people and new experiences (although i don't advicate sleeping around to the point you become the campus hore)
I particularly think I'm going to have a problem with the how sexuality issue in college however. I have had one boyfriend and am curantly working on my second. My sexual experience is non-existant. Sticking my tongue down a guys mouth is personally thrilling for me, but i'm having trouble with the currant boyfriend that wants to take it slow.
I love slow, but how slow can u actually be. I'm not saying i'm reading to jump in bed with anyone right now. I want to experience sex, but when i'm ready. I'll jump later. right now i just want my first time to be perfect.
But how does one define slow. I have been talking to him for three months. We dated about five times. On the last date it was his prom...so I kinda saved the kiss till then, but even then he was hesitant. So what is slow to him, because i know slow to me. I'm not saying that we full on make out cause i know he isn't ready, but really u got to give the girl something. anything!!! especially when u rub a girl like that on the dance floor...there is defaniatly going to be reprecussions. and i know the reprecussions...i started to feel some of them. : D

Empty Sing Along

Empty Sing Along

 

Listening to bagabons

the music plays on

audience singing along

with a failure to really understand
the significance of the words in the song

 

they don't hear the sablimial messages

hidden beneath

the pop pretense

all they hear is a song without meaning

in a three chord pile up
that is the champion of hearts with empty minds

 

But no one minds
really they don't seem to comprehend
listening to bagabons
singing along to their aimless songs

 

orignal work by T Thompson

MUSHY BRAIN!!!!

HI YA'LL ...bored to high heavens here..sitting in free sixth period.. thinking to myself what is the point in all this??..my brain is mush and yet here i sit in school trying to 'learn' if you even call it that. for me its more like my body is here but by brain is out to town thinking about three full months of freedom ahead..the teachers may want to teach but there is no way that my brain is present in the classroom...if any activity happens at all it will be the growling of my stomach...why can't they just let us out now. i mean seiously what is the difference. its 18 days. what the hell am i going to learn in that small of a time period. if they wanted me to learn something that is important, something i would acutally use in this life then they should have taught me in september...i'm not caring at all. the stuff they teach me now i will never remember (my memory is crap anyway !!!!!)

I can't wait till the summer..even though to me it is already the summer. lol
I can't wait till college...even though its going to be tough as nails..i'm just ready for something different..anything different!!!!!!!!!!!
I CAN'T STAND IT HERE ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Giddy For A Reason!!!!

In my life this whole school year there has been this shadow of doubt and uncertainty that has brought me down.

Part of it was the unknown of where I was going to be next year, and what would I be doing with my life. I worried about if I would be going to the school of my choice, and even if that was the best choice for me. The there was the fear of am I studying a field that I can get a job in. Journalism is something  I want to do at all costs, but am I going to be able to get and keep a job in this field of high agression.
The biggest part of that shadow though wasn't about my future but about my present. I liked a guy, and this year my closest frineds have seen the pull and tug that has occured between us. It was an and off again thing that was totally abussive to me. He liked me, yeah. He didn't give a dam though. He really didn't want to make anything work. Instead I was something that he used to get what he wanted, and all he wanted was to get laid. I realize now that that isn't what i want. I want more and i don't care if that means cutting him out of the picture. He wasn't good enough for me and it took me a long time to see it, to see that my friends were right. Now that I see it I don't care about him anymore.
 Instead I'm giddy and joyfully happy cause I have something good going for me now. I'm enrolled  in college for next year at a place that won't break the bank, only stretch it. I'm still going to be studying something I love, journalism. Now I just have to learn to let go of my fears over a job and the struggles within my family. I meet someone. He is cool, smart, considerate, and just what i need right now. I hope he knows how much i enjoy talking to him and how i can't wait till his prom. I can't wait to see him again. Last night with him just made me soo giddy and hyper. He maybe leaving next year, but I hope we can keep this good thing going no matter what. 
So here is to being content, happy, and just plain giddy over a good thing that has come along. (even though i had my doubts) Doubting no longer. No more gray clouding days. Just days of pure certainty and close perfection (besides the minor bumps in the road) lol
ttyl, t

Everything I could think of

Likes....jim carey, movies,  good books, riding my bike, the beach, writing, all different types of music, Irish step dancing, jogging, star gazing, mexican food, the colors pink, purple, blue, and black, swimming, the victorian and renisance eras, trying to learn guitar and piano, traveling, open minded people, firecrackers, seashells, adventures, volleyball, chinese takout, and pizza!!, horseback riding, rebels, photograpghy, a good conversation, Swtichfoot, ambitous people, honesty,languages(even though i'm not good at it), my fav newspaper hat, tinkerbell, bruce springstein, neil diamond,  embroidery,  dogs,  casts,  climbing trees,  coffee, new music, irsh/ british chocolate, Gilmore Girls (old episodes), babies- a big family, Keeping Up Apperances on BBC,tea and biscutts, linzy tart, strawberries, root beer floats, people that don't hold u back, dreams that are a little of a stuggle, star wars, Harry potter, Lord of the rings, Meg Cabot, The chronicles of Narnia........

Dislikes....cutters, people that are predjudice to others, death, reality tv, some techno music, doubters, stereotypes, haters, drugies, people without confidence, ultra conservatives, pro-life, rap and r&b music, bolemics, anorexics, jerks, people with no ambition to do anything with their lives, cheeerleaders, dizzy blondes, people that memorized every SAT word, users, jahova's witnesses, hippies, the color red, mice, control freaks, BUSH and his fucked up admidistration, compainers, guys that think they are the best thing since sex (wake up..u aren't even the best thing since the invention of dirt) drama queens, sluts, sleeping your way up the corporate ladder, shakespeare,the french, medications that keep me alive, eyeglasses, bitchy libirians, posers, quiters, smokers, beer, lindsey lohan, beyonce knowles, oprah and her sucky book club, sellouts, idiots, girls that wear clothes that look like they had them painted on, close minded people, geniusis, polution, celerary, diets, makeup, the gap between the sexes, doubters, fears, too cocky people...every guy that has used me, in one way of the other

yeah that's basically it..if i think of more i'll write them at the bottom, thanks t

Dedication

This other sn was started for the purpose of getting away from all those that had destracted me this year from the things i have wanted. I just wanted to escape from those who brought me down and get back to the basics, back to the people that are the closest to me. If i'm talking to u here its bacause it mean that much to me.

This journal is dedicated to Ashes the one person that was there even in the middle of a thunderstorm. To all the memories that were made and the ones that time didn't allow for. It spilled through our hands no matter how tight we grasped it. I hate that you were taken from us and I miss u everyday...We miss u everyday...Love you Ashes