Introduction : Beginning of the Sanctuary

there is a first time for everything i suppose.
though everything, is new. no moment the same. all of these events have been lived by people previous to yourself, though you have the chance to make a new stain on the event. become a scratch on the panel of time.
it is mostly what you will find me speaking of..time. either in moments, in love, in breaths, in death, in it all.
it is us. we are time. physical time. the things that show the essence of an idea. eroding, manipulating, creating, evolving.
the ticks and tocks steadily ring on the face of the clock while our inhalations, exhalations, and movements allow us to pass past the imagination of existences glassy surface.

i set up this blog months ago, but as time engulfed itself with meaningless women, stalkers, school, moving away from NYC to be here in Miami, and then landing myself once again in the retail industry (which i swore i would surely commit a heinous form of suicide if ever i came into that lifestyle again) i lost myself. i do not admit to being truly found, nor do i ever believe i will be whole..possibly though if i believe i am full of everything i could muster to dream upon, then i shall be. create my own existence within this existence.
again..with the ponderings' of time and the mind. i can not steer free of them, they are the granules which my feet step upon and the bed i lie my body within at days end.

tonight was drenched with depression, over indulgence, realizations, and a calming of heart. i stumble into these thickly shadowed corners from which i find it hard to step forth from. lengthy moments may pass, while others twitch past me as quickly as a flies scream past the ears. but one good thing has come forth from the drawn on hours...i have decided to begin my first blog. i am not quite sure where to go from here..but i know as time walks the line, i will never be far behind.

-E.Amelia