Grace is Gone

I cleaned my room yesturday.
I found a letter I wrote Brianne, and in it i wrote "my mind is racing at like mock 15"
and I dont think its stopped.

When I logged on I had many topics on which I thought i could write but now I dont know where to start.

Do Blogs give people the sense of fake realtionship?
when we read each others blogs do we feel we have made a connection and know each other?
I know I would much rather talk to you about the things you face, I would like to see the person you write as and the person I know become one.
I would like to see the person I write as and the person you know become one.

I read Laura Popes blog and I truely wonder if deep in me is a selfless person who is going to be able to handle Africa.

In this room I cleaned the other day,I found many creatures.
There is a strong one, who will help people, there is a smart one who can speak her thoughs, there is a scared one who shivers and tries despratly to stay where she is at, there is a artistic one who is always scribbling pictures and dreaming dreams, there is a reflective one, a prayful one, a doubting one, a hurtful one, a impure one, a innocent one
There is a seamstress who is trying despratly hard to sew all these people together into someone that is worthwhile, someone who can look in the mirror and say "I believe in Love that is why my actions reflect it"