Thoughts from endless asphault; the yellow line syndrome

I lead a fairly simple life.

I am but a girl, or a “young woman” (lest I forget that I just turned 21!) I live in a small town in the mountains of North Carolina, attending college and working. The rest of my time I spend in Raleigh, with those I know and love from Raleigh, and on the road between here and there. That road has housed my prayers and my mistakes, my music, confessions, my [loud] singing, the one side of two-sided telephone conversations.

I enjoy simple things. I am an old soul beauty, with eyes too big and brown, curves too thick for today, and a voice most attuned to ella, sarah, nancy, and billie. I like antiques, vintage keepsakes, floral prints, and pastels. I enjoy being polite and speaking softly. I am plain, really. I want to fall in love, be a mother, and forever delve into the mystery that is the promise of Jesus Christ.

There is nothing too extraordinary about me. I am one grain of sand on the shores of humanity. and i love this experience.




this simple life sure does feel epic sometimes...
in a wonderful sort of way. in a way that is familiar to many.


i love all the crazy and silly and stupid emotions that make life life.
love, envy, amazement, romance, joy, helplessness, thankfulness, passion, loneliness, numbness, the feeling of being so alive, all there, in one place.

just some ridiculous food for thought.
-sam