I find out today how the new journey begins... from the bottom (of the insight spectrum). It is December 17th. My grandfather passed away 6 years and 1 month today. To which I know he held a life full of achievement, and the late, a newly found empathy. Grandmothers, how you always pushed for me to have a joyous and exploratory endeavor in life, I loved you all. Today I live for you, and as long as you owed your time to mine, I honor that. Through this lively obstacle course I learn less about the world and more about what the world has molded me to appeal in the temptations of an easily muttered vibration; trust in word. I've made many mistakes and I'll continue to make mistakes because there's no excuse to excuse excusing mistakes... and my memory may have once been blessed, but now it is tried and untrue. What I accomplished in the fall of 2013 was the end of a 19 semester long war, the battle won with my grit minus a few chipped teeth, a few mini strokes, and sure to be some stress related cv/heart disease to come. Through all of the anguish and nights I crammed for a test I had the time to put in, but decided something extracurricular needed my attention instead, I scrapped by. I survived; I'm a survivor.

-2013 Wichita State University Graduate

Globulin space ~ Smashing Pumpkin reference

There is a melon-cholera that comes straight out of displacement.. where do limitations drive us to the uncertainty of a floating sense, where recognition is apparent, of what changes can be made more easily than others? The drawback; when creative insight lacks to flourish, and there is no more 'used to,' but depict what isn't naturally condoned, and that uncomfortably peers through a longing and bony cheek, jaw, socket.. where the edges were once rounded now they're linear and rocky, and the beauty isn't behind, or in front, or present. The pathos ends up swelling into some offset pit that's the size of Texas. The pattern's are choking us from the inside out. The invented resources evolve for other meanings, and the exploitation becomes too complex for the initial root to be accurately deciphered. Contributions, nonetheless, aren't lost, but roll off due to subjective distraction and the oxygen needed becomes wasted. The dissolute is an oasis and all we can get out of is the new distraction from the path that we don't follow. Is the reward as justified as we need it to be? Insert Jurassic 5 to the Dave Matthews Band.
This is where I start to justify the grittiness of what keeps us alive, ignoring the confusion, and appeal to boiling water tasting much better after the action completes the notion.