take it and run

its my silly heart, stupid head and everything else, that compiled together make up my tired old soul and essentially who i am. although in most cases i hate my head that screams and worries and obsesses over the silliest things and my heart that breaks and knots and twists so hard i can't breath; I'm lucky to have them. I'm blessed to feel everything more extreme and intense than the majority of the population because with those feelings of stress, hurt and hunger i also feel hope and love and light at their extremities too. sometimes i worry that my absolutely riveting feelings are looked upon as naive and childish. its difficult because i don't want to be seen as obsessive and dramatic but this is who i am. and DISCLAIMER for all you hopeful's out there -- i will not be changing.

while doing some of my best thinking A wall hit me as hard as day last night while laying awake in my bed -- this life I'm living is mine and i have every right in the world to make it as big a deal as i want it to be. so i'm ready. i'm taking everything i've been blessed with and i'm going to take it and run. run far. 

i hope you do too.

yours, nolle.