Finding a Needle in a Haystack

The world is my haystack,
And I am just a needle stuck in the hay. 
Will anyone find me? 
Is there anyone out there like me? 
I don’t expect to have someone with the exact same traits/likes as me. 
I do, however, expect us to get along and have deep meaningful lives. 
Something beyond time and space. 
Someone that gets me. 
But then again, I guess complex is good too. 
As so I am told I am complex. 
I’m too hard to be figured out. 
But has anyone tried to figure me out? 
Has anyone tried to find the metaphoric needle of myself in this haystack world? 
Complex is only complex when you don’t bother to speak or ask questions.

Written by ©Diana Jillian 3/15/14

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Update 3/8/14

Hey,

So, I've done some soul searching....As I always do around this time of year.

I've decided I can't be on FB and be able to focus on my writing.  Something had to give.

And it wasn't like anyone was listening to me over there anyway.  I truly don't blame my friends as they are awesome.  I blame the site because they're all about who pays to go onto FB and who doesn't.

If you're a non-payer like me, they don't want my posts to be seen.  I know this from experience as I had opened up a fake account to see just what was going on with my account to begin with.

Yes, I am that anal and filled with borderline OCD.  I always like to see how my page looks from another's POV.  It wasn't looking good, and that's saying a LOT considering I was my only friend!!!!!  o_O

So, here I am, blogging.  I'd like to keep up my blogging habits rather than to be on a site where you get passed up.  Besides, I was losing my main focus and that was to write.

I had a blogging group on there that went over like a lead balloon.  I guess no one likes groups anymore.  After all, this isn't Myspace...Er, um, the old Myspace, I mean.

Anywho...  I found an old picture...

This was from either 2000 or 2001.  I really can't remember.  Life's been a blur since I've moved to Florida.  The seasons barely change around here.  Everyday feels like summer.

Anyway, that's Dave and Sherry.  They used to run the local karaoke around here.

Dave just passed away about a month ago due to a seizure while being sick with pneumonia.  He was only 54 years old.  His death is still a shock to me, not just because I've known him for almost 20 years, but the fact that he was the guy I'd always thought would outlive me.

I guess that Billy Joel song is true that only the good die young.

In any case, death really puts your life into perspective.

Until next time...

~~DJ

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Movies

I'm always finding movie tickets lying around the house somehow. LOL.

Would you believe it's been a long time since I've actually seen a movie in theaters?

~~DJ

It was a good movie.  It was a bit cheesy, but it's one of those RomCom kind of movies.

I thought about writing about zombies that can talk.  Someone told me that was weird...But.  Oh!  LOOK!  A MOVIE about ZOMBIES that TALK!!!  I should have just gone with it.

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Please Let Me Out

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Leaving The Past Alone

Leaving The Past Alone
Written by ©Diana Jillian 12/6/13

I am guilty of falling in love with the memories

I have fallen in love with the picture and name

But not the true self of the being

That causes suffering and pain

They say a camera never tells a lie

But I beg to differ

The picture seems different

Than the mirror

But I know that when it all boils down to in the end

I will always be the same person I’ve always been

Maybe I just failed to notice the signs of others

Or there was a beauty of theirs I sought to win

But life’s too short to go chasing after others

And I will never again ever be that chaser

Instead I will try to leave you behind

Written with pencil and a big eraser

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