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I dunno if there is anyone out there; I mean, anyone who stops by to read my rants like back in the good ‘ole days. — If so, just know that all is well.

I moved away from Rome. It has been a wonderful transition. I have a job.. Getting a new place.. and meeting interesting people along the way. I believe the Universe granted me the gift of enlightenment (just like I asked) and I feel awake for the first time in life.

Anyone who has known me for a long time knows that I try my best to take the lemons in life and make a spiffy lemonade cocktail with a cherry on top. The great thing that I have realized is that, without the horrible experiences, I would have a completely different outlook on my world and because of those times in my life, I am capable of holding onto what I have now; in a committed relationship, returning to college, being independent, and loving life once again.. and grateful I never gave up or broke under someone else’s command.

I truly believe everything happens for a reason. A few years ago I didn’t believe that at all. Phew, life is great.

I feel so free and inspired. I hope this feeling never fades. I have new people in my life and even God shows me that I can never give up. I appreciate the little things in life like the silver lining on the clouds or a walk in the summer rain.

I am still working. Mom has stopped drinking for the first time since she was probably 14. I met a man who is real. I am well entertained and filled with bliss.
I still run across symbols and signs that are trying to push their way into my mind. Luckily my spirit will never break and my free will is stronger than ever.

I had been pondering to myself about the gift of wings; when you give someone wings and they only use the gift against you. So I have been faced with the question of being a spiteful bitch and taking back the gift or being a better woman and leaving the gift where it stands. If my life depended on it, and I’m sure one day I will be faced with that possibility, I would never take back the gift of those wings. Besides, you have to be strong enough to repair them from the fire and learn to use them to fly.

May I be kept from harms’ way as I know I am on the right path.

Love you guys…
~K

It’s been a pretty good week so far. I started work on Monday which has been a HUGE relief since I haven’t worked since September of ‘08. I like making my own money. It’s nice to feel that part of my independence again.

I had a wonderful time yesterday and last night. I hung out with old friends after work and probably stayed up a little too late. The only bad thing was coming home to hear my mom bitch, and while in her state of drunkenness, typically takes her attitude way too far. Lately her and I have really gotten closer but after last night I lost a lot of respect for her as a woman and really don’t know how to even talk to her about it. I honestly don’t want to talk to her at all for a while even though that seems childish and petty.
Other than that, I’ve been in a wonderful mood; bouncy, smilin’, giggling at everything. It’s good to be back.

I was invited to the Embodied band practice by Big Al. I was privileged to watch the construction of their new song which is still yet to be named. With heavy licks and badass riffs, this band is sure to be the next big thing, at least in the pants…

Check out their tunes on Myspace:
Embodied Band

As for me, I hope to keep things rollin’ with a new layout and some new content.

Enjoy the music from Embodied and you’re around the Atlanta area, come to show!

~Kelly

Embodied outside the Masquerade

..and the creation of singularity can be found in the gradient outline within our energy current,  pulling time forward into the brink of the future.

When even the hum of silence pauses, and the warm breeze rushes in as the door opens.

I will create my own arm of comfort in the name of Independence.

I know this is unusual but I just needed to vent. No graphics, No layout, just my words.

Tomorrow, well, in a few hours rather, I have to appear in court against the man that I once loved more than anyone I think I ever have.
Unfortunately, he didn’t realize what I saw in him because he killed my love for him through violence.

My wings may be a bit beat up, bent, and dirty… but they will never break.

I gave him wings, and he threw them away; trampled and cursed them with his own words.

For these things I can never forgive him.

I will never hate, however, as I strongly feel hate is such a wasted emotion.
I simply realize that I have no need for such a being in my life.

I’ve lived, learned, and am now moving on.

In a few hours I will proudly stand infront of him and everyone present and speak the truth of my encounter.
May my wings hold strong and carry me through this storm as I know it will pass and sunny skies are in my near future.

I am so proud to be alive.

~K