There's this part of me inside that aches.
It takes, and takes, and takes and takes.
Until it finds itself fulfilled,
and then it takes again...and still...

It provides a weakness for,
an everlasting yearning, more...
I cannot quench its thirst, but try...
I may not know the reasons why...

I need it there, inside of me.
It reaps its bittersweet agony.

It's no secret, I've been going through a crazy emotional journey since returning back to the town where I was born and raised. The truth is...I've always been bitter about this place. The people here often spoke about me negatively as if they knew me when the truth was...they didn't bother to get to know me.

I sat on the edge of a cliff on the Palos Verdes Peninsula overlooking the Pacific Ocean as it's waves caressed the shoreline, gently but passionately slapping the rocks scattered about on the edge of the embankment.

The last two years have been an awesome journey for me. During my nine years spent living in L.A., I often wondered if my country roots would one day hinder my ability to settle forever in the city. When Chris told me he wanted to buy a house in Georgia...the thought of having a nice brand new big home with a 1 acre yard appealed to me.

Rain pounds at my window,
Like tiny hammers in the wind.
Alas, it hurls with a vengeance,
The glass a waterfall curtain.

The eeriness that's happening out there
Is enough to give you chills.
But inside I'm warm and cozy
And dreaming of you still.

I imagine you lay beside me
Protecting me in your arms.
And whispering to me sweet nothings
Your breath your greatest charm.

Like a halo around my head
The ringing in my ears...
I'm surrounded by the melody
Of all these passing years.

Sometimes the sound is static
And sometimes it is noise
At times the sound grows silent
Or lingers with great poise.

From past to present and beyond
Beguiles this audio
For more than just it's sound effects
Its feel and sight in tow...

This never ending song of life