God gave me.

I've been over whelmed again. Nothing new, pritty much the same things. My thought process is at a jam. There's so many things I want to know, and I've made some excellent progress. But I feel like I have Alzheimer's at the age of 20. When I was watching Steven Job's speech for Standfords graduating class of 2005, he mentioned that he didn't even know what a pancrise was. It was almost a relief  for me to know that the guy to revilutionised technology as we know it, couldn't even tell you his own anatomy. It's helped me to breath and say: "Brittany you're going to be okay, god gave you courage to be you're self, so use it."
Some times I need to remember that moment when I discovered what it was like to 'get out side of myself.' And taking time to challenge the norms, and relies that " we all know there's a truth to truth." That moment to hear not only the other side of the story, but the many versions of the story; comprehending what you couldn't fathom but a moment ago.

I'm infatuated

There's a thing called life, it's comprised of:
Art media )Music, dance, literature, images and sculptural that beam our eye threw a spectrum of this world.
Society) Human beings venturing to create atmosphere and dynamic in nature with the various aspects of health. 
Nature) The phenomenal presents earth, food, water, and air. That allows us to do, or be come, the unthinkable.
And I am infatuated. I obligate myself to preserve the quality of it, this is why I am in school.
"we may walk the same path, but these steps I take are my own. And their impressions are what I gave the world." -Brittany Castleton

Profanity and 'profinity'

Perhaps-if I don't sleep tomorrow will not come. And these feelings that at yearning to to lose my 'profinity' and use my profanity would never exist.

An Asundered life

These feelings of inferiority, they are intoxicating. They evoke my intolerance.

I question..Not everything said is truth, and not every truth is said.

I beg for salvation from my soul; because if anything can help, it will be you.

Contiplation

My feet can barley with stand dragging my soul to the places it longs to know. These familiar places and faces, retain me like a chain to the floor. And I cannot tell witch one is a sacrifice, I am eager to be long, but it is true what they say about the absence making the heart grow fonder. So I am stuck, in contemplation; hoping that time will tell me, and I will rightly listen. One day I will travel, but today I am building memories. I will not settle for less, but where is perfect?

"dedication is imagination blended with dedication" - Brittany Castleton

Life and Loath

Like does not mean love, friendliness is not flirting. I'm tired of watching despicable love, what ever happened to real chemistry? Where love is an amiable admiration of another charterer. I seek to never be blinded in love, but allow my heart to harmonize with my heads logic. My expectations are not un-real, simly un-fulfilled.
"Don't let yesterdays disappointments overshadow tomorrows dreams"

Endeavor; lifes agenda

I am not a writer, I am a poet. My characteristics are implicit of dreaming, and creatively composing (or manipulating) English literature. Unfortunately I am still a stewardess to society, and that requires me to have concise communication.
There's somethings I'd like to be in life, thus there are accommodations that need to me met. It would pleasure me to be certain of the life I lead, and the society in witch I live. I'm not a feminist, just uninterested. There is a general lack of appeal in the civilization that surrounds me. Mostly due to the fact that I have a un-candid out look on life, that it is -or should be- self explanatory. Obviously not the general, or normal.
My mind is lacking aperture, while my soul holds an un-yielding infatuation.. I am a walking contradiction.