Sometimes I feel as if my friends and I masquerade as adults, dressed in clothes that we are supposed to wear, to portray that we are grown up. In reality I don't think we ever really grow up to what society says we should be; as "adults." Look at all the childish games that adults play well into old age. The childishness; it never really ends...

Summer is fading fast and the cold spirits of winter have begun to invade our nights. I cannot say that I look forward to the chill of the shimmering winter blanket. The invasion of creeping frost, that bites at our winters discontent. Although there are those certain days of the season when the snow falls from the sky like faerie dust, catching the sun's rays and glinting like pieces of light, gently floating to the earth. Reminding us that our good faerie queen does not want us to forget that the winter does have beautiful moments.

Staring into everything and seeing nothing, searching for a love that sometimes I don't believe exists, looking for purity in the murkiness that we call life. I want to be happy and I catch glimpses of it from time to time. I'm not really sad but I'm sort of stuck in limbo, at least that's what it feels like. How do I find what I'm looking for?

I've been given the keys I just can't seem to locate the door.