I thank you, Mr. Tolkien.

There are no words.

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin

It's like that moment when you realize that perhaps...

You are Peter Pan...

and that changes everything...

With utmost sincerity, 
Kaitlin R. 

 

Melancholy Air

There's a vibe in the air I don't quite understand.
I don't know if I'm supposed to or not.

Though it settles on the heart
and

weighs

you (me)

down.

Still. I find immense beauty in Bleak Things.
I love grey skies. I love dead trees.
I love that the leaves are falling.
So maybe,
if I can find beauty in the bleak things that are physical...
Perhaps there's beauty in the bleak things that aren't.

That's true.

There's a sweetness to pain. A bitter sweetness.

Forgive me for the rather melancholy air of this post.

I'm just trying to figure something out. 

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.

Here...

Here...look at these pictures. People are more interested in looking at things than reading anyways. 

I closed my eyes and chose these by random.

 Oh, Harry Potter. 

With utmost sincerity, 
Kaitlin R.

Home...

I'm home now with my beloved mountains, and real food.

It's odd and heavy, but not unpleasant. 

I saw a word recently that made me think. And thinking makes me nostalgic and that's just sometimes no good. I can't even remember why I loved these memories so much; why they mean so much to me because they're ordinary and uneventful, and you'd think I'd think of them last, but I don't. I never do. 

You know, I'm starting to realize something. 

To live will be an awfully big adventure.

To live is...

With utmost sincerity, 
Kaitlin R.

So what? I'm still a rockstar...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_StaUBIsG64

Listen to that song and love it. Love it a lot, 'cause I sure do!

I'm a little tired, and a little heart-sick.

Today, I said goodbye to the best person I know. I will see her again, I know that, but the pain is still there. And it's very...painful (obviously)...and it's very real.

Thank the Lord above for best friends and for sunshine and for tender mercies. 

"No more a stranger nor a guest but like a child at home."

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.

I'm realizing more and more that I take myself way too seriously.

As Kid President says,

"We can cry about it, or we can dance about it."

Now, I'm no great shakes at dancing, but I love to do it all the same.

There's something special in the air up here. I think part of heaven will look like Idaho.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.