An illness is not a death sentence.

Since the day I was born
I have been foreign to the term
lucky.
One day, soon enough,
I will look at the clock,
I will count back the years,
and I will wonder where the time has gone.

Because since the day I was born,
my days have been numbered.
I am not fighting the system of education,
or the system of rules,
and regulations,
but the system of life.

Why me?
such a bittersweet question.
There is nothing normal about
the way I strive to live a normal life,
to live a healthy life,
to live.

Through the thick and thin of
picking up the pieces of my illness,
I have found answers
which have angered me
and made me feel weak
and gave me strength.

I have found myself through my battle,
and with that,
I am lucky,
because I found myself
before I handed anyone
or even myself
the chance to give up.

Team Camilla is up again and on the go for the annual CF Walk on June 3rd. If anyone is interested in joining my team, hit me up!

My God, that was strange to see you again,
introduced by a friend of a friend
smiled and said, yes, I think we’ve met before,
in that instant it started to pour.

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
tried to reach deep, but you couldn’t get in
now you’re outside me,
you see all the beauty
repent all your sin.

It’s nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it, and you couldn’t choose
I’ll write you a postcard
I’ll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love.

Live through this, and you won’t look back.
There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave
you were what I wanted
I gave what I gave.

I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to save.

A mixed CD of 15 beautiful, uplifting songs that brought me right back to center, calming me and resting my spirit.
Big thanks to one the greatest, sweetest souls I’ve ever met. Thank you my good man. I love you Ovie ♥

If we keep falling,
we will eventually
hit the ceiling.

And when we look 
down, our feet will
rest gently against

the fan blades,
dangling soft enough
to scrap the dust off

as they pass. 

Michael Curtis Houck

(Source: storiesandsuchthings, via adorabubbblee)

Please, don’t slip away

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
wake up where the clouds are far behind,
where trouble melts like lemon drops
high above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me
somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly

They are only where they are now,
regardless of their fight…

This one’s for the lonely
the ones that seek and find
only to be let down
time after time

This one’s for the torn down
the experts at the fall
come on friends get up now
you’re not alone at all