Hello. I love you. I miss your face.

Crayons, A Poem by Mallory Keesler

Come dear children

Closer to the fire

Closer to where I can see you

My time has passed dear children

The end is near

But fear not

For I shall take care of you

Until the very end

I leave you not gold, or silver

But crayons

Paint me picture of the world

Dear children

Show me the joy in the world

With bright pinks, and greens

The glow of the grass

On a warm summers day

The way the sun feels on your skin

Paint me the happiness

And paint me fear

Paint me pain

Use the deep angry reds

And the sad soulful blues

Paint me the nights

Where your heart aches

Paint the world as you see it

Paint the feelings

That plague your soul

My time has passed dear children

The end is near

I shall take care of you

Not with gold, or silver

Or precious jewels and silk

Nor with all the money in the world

I leave you here with a simple box of crayons

And all the world as your canvas

Wow.

Shakespeare in the Park. I feel so incredibly honored to be a part of this. Maybe I've finally reached the point where I'm getting recognition for my work. I absolutely love lighting, and I can honestly say I would not mind doing it for the rest of my life. Can't wait for tonight.

I'm trying really hard to make myself happy again.

I think it's starting to work.

"We all know that our time in this world is limited. And that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it's always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It's like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."

-Lemony Snicket (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

Today :)

I don't think I can describe how absolutely amazing it is to run tech. I love it, I love it so much. I can't wait to be in charge next year.

Demons

"Writers... are particularly prone to madness. There exists a striking association between creativity and manic Depression. Why are more creative people prone to madness? They have more than average amounts of energies and abilities to see things in a fresh and original way-- then because they also have depression, I think they're more in touch with human suffering."

-Unknown.

We all have demons. The difference is that you can either choose to over come them, or you can let them devour you. For so long I've been letting mine devour me. But not any more. I can beat them. I swear to myself I will.