We all must grow.

If we don't change, we don't grow.
And if we don't grow
We're not really living.




Of course, I mean that in the metaphorical sense, as it does not apply to me in the literal sense.
Blogging has become a routine for me, I've adopted it as a side hobby to my piano and guitar, as I've not been in quite the right mood lately to compose anything new. It must be the weather. It's too sunny. Sun comes to be such a limiting factor of this life I lead. I miss being able to play in the sun, it was so... warm. That may sound very foolish, of course the sun is warm. But I believe some of you (is there anyone out there who reads my constant ramblings...?) will know what I mean.
My trip to Ireland is set. My flight is tomorrow evening, and I'll be arriving in Dublin Tuesday afternoon. Makenna and Charles should be meeting me at the terminal to pick me up. But if not, I will find a hotel to spend the night at. Perhaps I could have a bit of fun frightening the employees. Ireland has always been one of the many places I've wanted to visit since I was a girl. I remember the late nights of my human life, spent staying up all hours writing about my dream vacations. The list of things I would do before I died. I wonder if that still applys, since technically I am dead.

Oh, well, enough of my chatter.
If anyone's reading this, thank you for taking the time out of your day to catch up with what I'm doing.

Picture Credit: Broken Fairytale Photography™

Oh, those city lights.

When you look at the city,
it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride
of everyone who built it.

Ah- Those city lights. I couldn't leave them behind. In the midst of packing, one glance out the window and I was ripping open boxes and throwing my things back where they belong. I've worked far too hard and long adapting myself to city life. I just couldn't throw it away. Though the cabin was adorable, I don't think I'd be able to handle being alone. Really alone, with not even humans wandering around. I would go insane.
I've been invited to Ireland, this upcoming week, to visit Makenna and Charles. I gratefully accepted, and I look forward to it with excitement. I've always found Ireland to be quite charming.

That's all I have for now. My blogs will get longer as I have more things to tell. But recently, things have been quiet.

Time passes, little by little.

Time passes, and little by little everything that 

we have said in falsehood becomes true.

I'm stuck in a realization that I do not want to come face to face with. I do not want to think of what will happen once I give in and the dreadful thought fills up the corners of my mind. I'm not one to spill her emotions and serve them out on a platter for everyone to look at and sulk for my sorrow. So I will refrain myself from telling anyone but myself. Perhaps I should release my emotion through the beauty of my piano. Or maybe the guitar. Music has always seemed to have a very strange calming effect on me.
On the topic of music- I have been composing a new song on the piano for quite a lengthy period of time. I've just completed it and now I am working on a guitar part. Once I'm complete- I think I'll be very self-fulfilled, I haven't done anything nice for myself in a while. 

The Cullens' Kentucky Derby party was quite an affair. I met some very interesting new people whilst I was visiting. I've never realized how many of us there are. The world seems so cramped. I had a nice walk through Esme's garden, as well. She is so amazing at everything she does. Walking through her garden and seeing all of the beauty, it's hard to believe that there is no god up in the sky- somewhere. 

I'm departing from my blog for now, as I don't know what else to say. I'm not prone to telling everyone every thought that is in my mind. So it's just a miracle I've even written this short but sweet entry.