<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714757672811809041</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:36:44.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get on the Road</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a road, there are many different ways you can take and each way will alter where you end up. We must all live life to the fullest, get on the road.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenhalo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/714757672811809041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenhalo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Ashes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8dNjm0f9kA/TXBnxFf7FII/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Eu_MXykOzo/s220/DSCI0075.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714757672811809041.post-8796912854389968206</id><published>2011-04-13T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:32:06.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at the stars</title><content type='html'>I wrote a little... something, not really sure what is it but it contains my favorite (current)&amp;nbsp;James Blunt lyrics&amp;nbsp;and thought I might as well post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the stars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;but she knew what was coming&lt;br /&gt;he was coming to get her&lt;br /&gt;She has been through this before&lt;br /&gt;She knows how self-destructive she is acting&lt;br /&gt;but she has never denied him&lt;br /&gt;She feels&amp;nbsp;a presence in the room&lt;br /&gt;he is here, she should run&lt;br /&gt;but she freezes&lt;br /&gt;he softly calls her name&lt;br /&gt;the call in full of promises&lt;br /&gt;promises that will never become reality&lt;br /&gt;and she knows this, why doesn't she run?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she enjoys the momentary bliss&lt;br /&gt;his bliss inducing lies&lt;br /&gt;Again he calls, louder now&lt;br /&gt;she turns toward the voice and&amp;nbsp;slowly&lt;br /&gt;makes her&amp;nbsp;way toward him&lt;br /&gt;She feels his icy&amp;nbsp;cold fingers run down her spine&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time&amp;nbsp;she'll find the strength to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at that stars. fall. down.&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;wonder where did I go wrong"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/714757672811809041-8796912854389968206?l=stolenhalo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenhalo.blogspot.com/feeds/8796912854389968206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stolenhalo.blogspot.com/2011/04/look-at-stars.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/714757672811809041/posts/default/8796912854389968206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/714757672811809041/posts/default/8796912854389968206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenhalo.blogspot.com/2011/04/look-at-stars.html' title='Look at the stars'/><author><name>My Ashes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8dNjm0f9kA/TXBnxFf7FII/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Eu_MXykOzo/s220/DSCI0075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-714757672811809041.post-8539768668908754260</id><published>2011-03-04T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:24:50.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're 15</title><content type='html'>What&amp;nbsp;Taylor Swift declares is true&amp;nbsp;"When you're 15 and somebody tells you they love you you're gunna believe them". The sad truth is that this person you love at 15 will&amp;nbsp;more then likely&amp;nbsp;not be with you forever. I met someone I was sure I was going to marry when I was 15. It was kind of like the situation in &lt;em&gt;Dear John&lt;/em&gt; all the feelings were there but sadly we were in the wrong time and place. He was older then me and I believe I was mentally older then a lot of girls my age&amp;nbsp;so its not like we were two little kids in love, it felt very real and I still love him. I think you never forget the person you first love, and I believe if you truly love a person you will never stop, your love for them just evolves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be too simple if you got to stay with the first person you fall in love with. Being a girl I'm not sure of, and probably will never know, the inner workings of the male mind but I think everyone at one point in their life knows the hollow feeling in your chest that is a broken heart. Its a part of growing up and I don't think its something that I&amp;nbsp;will ever be able to avoid, but&amp;nbsp;I can learn how to cope,&amp;nbsp;I HAVE to learn how to cope if I am going to continue to be in a relationship of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&amp;nbsp;life is not perfect, it will never be so don't expect it to be.&amp;nbsp;It is too easy to&amp;nbsp;get caught up in depression, we have to find our own joys in this world. I still wish I&amp;nbsp;was with the person I fell in love with when I was 15 but I won't let that prevent me from believing that there is someone out there who is right for me and I'll be with for the rest of my days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms" (Snow Patrol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/714757672811809041-8539768668908754260?l=stolenhalo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stolenhalo.blogspot.com/feeds/8539768668908754260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stolenhalo.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-youre-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/714757672811809041/posts/default/8539768668908754260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/714757672811809041/posts/default/8539768668908754260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stolenhalo.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-youre-15.html' title='When You&apos;re 15'/><author><name>My Ashes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8dNjm0f9kA/TXBnxFf7FII/AAAAAAAAAAM/7Eu_MXykOzo/s220/DSCI0075.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
