Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
In the absence of hope
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Posted by Tiffany K. Allen at 1:08 PM
"Because you never think the last time is the last time. You think you have forever, but you don't. Plus my conditioner decided to stop working and I think I have brittle bones. I need something to happen. I just need a sign. I need a reason to go on. I need some hope, and in the absence of hope, I need to stay in bed and feel like I might die today."
-- In the absence of hope, is death.
-Grey's Anatomy
-- In the absence of hope, is death.
Perpetual College Life
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Posted by Tiffany K. Allen at 2:54 AM
Every time I bring up how much I want to speed past all these college years, someone always has to butt in to say, "but it's all gonna be worth it in the end". Well no joke.
Obviously, college pays off in the end. Obviously, that's the reason why I'm putting myself through so much stress. I know the classes I'm taking are eventually going to work toward my future, and any future involving my want to be a missionary. However!, I really just want this year/ this semester, to just be done with already.
I've been making my school schedule to the maximum possible amount, and I can feel the years being drained from me. Lord, let me get through this semester alive, and after that, You can do as You will.
Untitled.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Posted by Tiffany K. Allen at 12:55 AM
Locked inside Springs endless time,
and summer's gleaming blaze.
Find the time to remove the moments,
Drifted deep between the grass,
And river's seam.
There's a boat;
It bobs through the water's
Calming motion.
Moving down,
To the river bed.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Effortless,
Perfect rhythm.
The wind moves with it.
Still.
Sail catches gust,
It moves along;
Back to deeper waters.
It treads along,
Without a captian.
No man, on board is he.
and summer's gleaming blaze.
Find the time to remove the moments,
Drifted deep between the grass,
And river's seam.
There's a boat;
It bobs through the water's
Calming motion.
Moving down,
To the river bed.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Effortless,
Perfect rhythm.
The wind moves with it.
Still.
Sail catches gust,
It moves along;
Back to deeper waters.
It treads along,
Without a captian.
No man, on board is he.
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