The sun has begun to set and I hang up the smile I've worn all day. Though I will make sure it is the first thing I put back on in the morning because just in case it is 'that day,' I want her to see me at my very best.

I do the normal routine, eat dinner, clean the house, write -- the usual stuff.

And then I lay down hoping to fall asleep quickly so my new day will hurry up and arrive. A new day with a brand new sun.

But as I lay there and wait for the world to turn half way around, I think about her. And sometimes I smile, and sometimes that smile will turn into a snicker, and then often that snicker will turn into a burst of laughter.

And then there are times I get that lump in my throat and that tight feeling in my chest, and sometimes that feeling overwhelms me and begins to turn into a tear, and often that tear multiplies itself and I can no longer fight the feeling and I lose the battle.

Then somehow through either the joy or the sadness I drift and find myself asleep. Then the dreams begin and keep me company until my new day arrives.

When I awake it's with such excitement! Because I tell myself this could be the day that every other day has led up to and the first day of the rest of my life. I quickly dawn my smile, because I do so want her to see me at my very best. Then I look out the window even though I know it's dawn, but I still have to confirm I've been given another chance to find her.

And there it is ... the sun, even when it's cloudy; somehow I still see it. And it smiles at me and I say "thank you" and I smile back.

Then I ask myself, "Is this the day?" And the excitement rushes over me again. And then I ask myself, "Where's it going to be?"

Maybe it'll be at the water fountain and unexpectedly there I'll find her and much more than my thirst will be quenched.

Maybe it'll be at the grocery store, and there she'll appear as I'm picking out fruit and she'll show me the difference between fresh and spoiled. Then from that moment, nothing that I will eat will ever taste the same. Because she'll bring out the simplest beauties in everything I see, taste, smell, hear, or touch.

Or maybe today will be the day when my Angel brings an item up to the cash register without its price tag. And as I wait behind this Angel with all the frustrated people who are in such a hurry about their busy lives, I will find myself with such blessed extra time. Just enough time to start a conversation with this beautiful vision standing behind me that I might not otherwise would have noticed. But because of a "price check on register 5," I was able to find her.

So will today be the day I say, "THANK YOU GOD!" Thank you for the sun, which began my new day. Thank you for granting me the faith when I arose this morning that I would find her in this new day. But most of all, thank you for me not having to ever wait on another sunrise. Because whenever I want to see it, I will look at her and there it shall always be, in her eyes, she will forever hold it for me.

She is my sunrise, my dawn, my new day.
_Dreamer_ Ecstatic - 15 years, 11 months, 1 day ago

Thinking within... it’s crazy like a sin. You know you want to do it but it can be scary in the end. You might find out some things that you didn't at first see but now you’re haunted and you can't seem to set yourself free. The mind play's tricks and you even start to believe, you start to see all the shit underneath - the hate, the pain, the dust untouched to the point where you stop and say "I've had enough."

Look in the mirror and see what you see. It’s you, yourself, and not just somebody! You need to keep moving, staying with the flow. The music is your guide so don't let go. The road less traveled is in need of attention, keep pressing forward and never give into evil temptation.

Wondering eyes put you in a frantic and you can't stay straight; your mind's all over the damn place. Do yourself a favor; get up, move around, and get yourself some water. It will soothe your mind and replenish the soul, now have a seat and let's finish our goal - we're still moving forward so it's not time to let go!

The thought's are sitting better now and you have more control. Your mind so at ease, you inhale then blow... out with the hate, the pain, and the dust now clear; your soul is free. Now open your eyes... what do you see?!
_Dreamer_ Ecstatic - 15 years, 11 months, 11 days ago

"The True Gentleman is the man whose conduct proceeds from good will
and an acute sense of propriety, and whose self-control is equal to all emergencies;
who does not make the poor man conscious of his poverty, the obscure man of his obscurity,
or any man of his inferiority or deformity;
who is himself humbled if necessity compels him to humble another;
who does not flatter wealth, cringe before power, or boast of his own possessions or achievements;
who speaks with frankness but always with sincerity and sympathy; whose deed follows his word;
who thinks of the rights and feelings of others, rather than his own;
and who appears well in any company,
a man with whom honor is sacred and virtue safe".

John Walter Wayland
_Dreamer_ Ecstatic - 15 years, 11 months, 11 days ago

Hedgesville, West Virginia
_Dreamer_ Ecstatic - 15 years, 11 months, 11 days ago

The ideal woman is no longer the stereotypical Barbie doll. She is not too skinny or too well-endowed. The ideal woman comes in all shapes, sizes and ages. She is allowed to have laugh lines on her face - she does not need Botox to be beautiful. She is confident, strong, self-sufficient and smart. She goes to work and can hold her own among the men in her field. While doing so, she does not forget the child inside and seizes the day. She is probably more comfortable in the chemistry lab than in the kitchen. She is worldly; she watches the news and knows what's going on outside her "bubble." While she is conquering the world, she still has time to go to her children's soccer practices and dance recitals and help them with homework.

The ideal woman is faceless; it's not her beauty or flaws that define her. She is formless; her shape simply doesn't matter. Through my eyes, an ideal woman is one whose body is definitive of noble character. Her arms are strong, not for appearance's sake, but rather so her work is accomplished diligently. Her hands are not identified by perfect nails and pushed-back cuticles but rather for her extension of them to the needy. Her mouth isn't known for the colour of her lips but for the wisdom and faithful instruction that she speaks. Her clothes are strength and dignity.
_Dreamer_ Ecstatic - 15 years, 11 months, 17 days ago