Half the Heart

Now a spade is a heart with just a little bit extra. And an artist's vision can create the most complex things out of something simple, and take something so detailed, and make it one simple vision. I have been to the other side of world and back only to find myself saddened by that which is humanity. Morocco was an amazing place, and I am very happy I went. However, here I am today, with more responsibility and feeling slightly more jaded. Let's play catch up, shall we.

Impact: It is currently the biggest project facing me and yet and I have nothing to show, because every week "it" plagues my mind.

ShebaLite: Sheba for the summer, recruited temporary members, with less practice time. I'm surprised at how well I'm doing, but recently I feel I haven't been doing well enough.

School: Oh school, I just don't feel I have the heart for it.

And so why? Why does it seem that the happy go lucky Ace is somehow finding himself a hand he's not too fond of. Before I tell you, I will let you know that my new sheba nickname is Sonic, and the irony here is, life is going so fast and that even I can't catch up.

Here's the "it." I need time to understand what's going on, but instead, I just keep falling into this odd place where I feel as if half my heart is doing the talking, and it's not too sure of itself. Never have I ever felt this way, with all fingers down, and nothing to really look for.

So ask me what it is I feel at this very moment, and I'll say, I don't know. But the closest I can get to explaining it is this. Do you know the feeling of waiting, waiting for that right girl to bump into you and the very next day, you're in the library, and you accidentally knock down some beautiful girl's books. I'm waiting for the next day, not necessarily the girl, but the moment. Life's too half and half right now.