Chelia Ma'am

Every time I think of writing a word, I think of this woman. Even if she lies buried under the moisture of the dirt and skeletons. She is my wisdom and reason I choose to write today. 


   Nothing is ever the same without her here. Sadly enough, she was the sticky glue who held us all together. Everyone has one of relatives like that. Special in their own way. Scrambled eggs with cheese and Mickey Mouse pancakes, oh yes. She was the one. My dear that I miss the most. 

I live in their old house with my momma. My bedroom is the room that she used as her dressing room. Even after all these years, I can still feel her in there. Not long after she died, did strange things start to happen. Everything broke at once. My DVD player, T.V., stereo, everything and it was magically repaired the next day. 
  
Not a day goes by and I don't think about her. But, isn't that the way it usually works?

First Dame

I'm starting this with plan in mind. Most of my plans don't follow through. 

The past few weeks have been all about finding the books that I've always wanted to read. After my birthday passes next month, I'm planning on visiting a few used bookstores to buy more books for my collection. I am ecstatic. At the moment, I am reading Little Women, Sense and Sensibility, and am about to start Wuthering Heights for my Senior term paper due in February. 

This may or may not be the most personal blog that I intend for it to be, but I hope to write more diligently than ever before. I've started plenty of blogs and never seem to post anything. Sometimes I feel as if I'm sending all of these words into a giant gaping void with no eyes to read what I'm trying to express. I am not the most intellectual being on this site, but I can say this is something that will grow with every passing day. I'd hate to call this a diary or a journal, but maybe a journey of self discovery. Something is going to help me through the hours when I have no one to turn to. And, I have to face it, those hours are more than I'd like them to be. Something like this, and I am lost in transition.