SuNsHiNe DaIsY

People disappoint each other all the time. We are human, full of flaws, full of sin, prone to be tempted. In fact, we are being continually tempted. We fall into evil and selfishness and we are constantly letting down those we love and those who love us. At the same time, our hearts are breaking; they are being broken because we neglect them and leave them in the worst possible place: people's hands. If we gave our hearts to God we wouldn't be in so much pain. God has never made me cry, He has never neglected me or yelled at me, He has never been too busy for me, and He has certainly never disappointed me. My heart is in God's hands now. If anyone wants to hold it, they have to ask God for it. I trust God's judgement infinitely more than I trust my own. He can scare away the stupid and careless people, and He'll know which mortal is responsible enough to carry it for a while.

My old and beloved SunshineDaisy blog. My first blog! Two years ago I created another one, a private blog. I was initially going to give the address to a few people, close friends in my life, and nobody else. It's been over two years and I still haven't given that blog address to anyone. However, as of today it has 12,001 views. Who is reading it?!?!

Bordeaux is fun. I've started to fall in love with this charming little city in the southwest of France. I'm sad that I haven't been able to travel much, but it'll happen eventually.

I still don't know if I'm staying here until May, or going back to California in December. It's a tough choice that depends on many things. I've tried making a pro/con list but that didn't work. Now I'm down to the classes I must take for my major (which, by the way, I'm switching again).

I'm obviously very rusty in the blogging world. I used to be able to write entries left and right, with no problem whatsoever. I have a serious case of writer's block right now. Journaling and blogging are not the same thing.

I need to blog some more.

Okay, that's it for today folks. Good bye!

There's a butterfly in the room
Beautiful colors; fresh wind brought her in.
She flies around and fills this empty room with life.
I watch her as she slowly folds her wings
And lands on the cold white floor.
There she stays, as the clock ticks time away...
Tic toc tic toc tic toc
Tic toc tic toc tic toc
I try to tell her to go away
This room is cold and dark
Her colors will soon start to fade...
But alone she sits, waiting for something more.
A gentle breeze to fly her out?
No, at this time of night the air is calm
Too calm, in fact, for anything or anyone to get you out.
Leave, stop, it's still time...
I focus my attention on something else
Time ticks away fast, faster, fastest.
The butterfly has not left the room.
Is it just me or are her colors going black?
I'm alone in the room.
It's a cold, dark room.