A piece of me

It's sad and good to say that I always feel things stronger than most.

Okay, correction, I don't always... But, I know within the hour if I really like someone or I really like them as a friend, or when someone looks sad I seem to always want to help and I feel responsible if I can't help, or just living in this world I just feel strongly about what I see, feel, want, and think.

The passion bursts through my veins, and before even thinking twice: thoughts consume my mind and my heart is already stitched. It's who I am and by now I know when my heart yearns for something or when it says simply " try again ". For right now, most of my 'yearnings' are merely for experiencing, discovering, and learning. Although the thoughts are quite captivating and lustful, I do know that my real love is in the future and I must wait.

If I ever see a sad eye, dragging foot, or scars. I take immediate responsibility and feel as though if I don't do something then their sadness is all due because of my laziness and nervousness. Why can't everyone be like this? I think about this daily and wonder why don't we, the humans, take a leap to help others. We are all stuck on this Earth; why not be loving and caring towards each other no matter any condition? Nobody should suffer, and it is the hardest thing to do by yourself. You feel alone, useless, weak, and just a standing block in the way. I would give anything to make sure nobody suffers the way I do.

You could compare the thoughts to a never ending symphony, or even a never ending abstract painting.  The thoughts flow throughout the day and night. They can be beautiful thoughts like: the changing leaves by season, a long warm shower, the smell of bake goods while love ones are about, lover caressing your jawline, or plans/hopes for the future. They can be dreadful like: getting into an accident, losing a close friend, being rejected to favorite school/job, death touching someone dear, or being denied happiness/love. As the symphony raises pitch and joyful thoughts surround it begins to soften and deepen as the thoughts begin darken. Repeat.

If I was a painting I would be every color known to man and God. I would make people laugh, cry, lust, love, yearn, heartache, headache, smile, grin, and cheer.

My thoughts are colorful and vivid with abstract detailing; I will never settle for black and white: it will be the death of me.


~ Alayna

Autumn Sensation

Autumn is coming. Sweet sweet Autumn.

The feel of the air crisping,
and the leaves changing one by one into glorious colors.

You hear boots crunching on the fallen leaves,
and snapping and popping of the fire near by.

Silk clothes turn into beautiful woven scarfs and mittens,
and skin is covered in layers of comfort and warmth by material.

Hot chocolate and hot tea become the cherry top to the nights,
as we bundle in long pajamas and several blankets.

Families begin to visit,
as food crowd our dinning room table.

Funny yet traditional decoration
are set in most seen areas of the household.

Whether it is the taste of sweet chocolate or a new tea,
whether it is the feel scarfs hugging our neck,
whether it is the sight of love ones gathering about,
whether it is the sound snaps, pops, cracks, and clicks,
whether it is the hanging of decoration..

Autumn is coming. Sweet sweet Autumn.

~ Alayna

Day 5: Inspired by your favourite song

My favorite song as of right now would most likely be: More Dancing, Less Falling by Saints of Valory.


Life is not easy, and we give up and sacrifice things just to try to make it better. When we fall down we pick ourselves right back up and try again. Try again and again. Never back down. In the heart of darkness we shine our own light. There are times were we fall to the temptation of defeat, but we all have the strength inside us. Whatever your religion may be, trust in God(s), and if no religion is appealing: trust in yourself. Make yourself get up. Things will fall apart and there will be darkness. Go out and make things BETTER for yourself. You cannot just pity yourself; no good will come out of pitying. Stretch to the point just past uncomfortable and live your life. You cannot expect things to improve if stay in the normal and sulk in the shadows. Laugh about your mistakes and smile/reward yourself when you find yourself lost in something you love.

It is time to dance.
It is time to go live a life you have been wanting this whole time.

So, give me more dancing and a lot less falling.

Lyrics for More Dancing, Less Falling by Saints of Valory

Meet me at the corner of a foreign crossroad,
I don’t wanna be alone
I’ve given up the best years of my life to find hope,
even then it comes and goes.

Oh, shine a light shine a light on me brother,
I wait still as a stone
Then fall apart fall apart all together,
Make this broken house a home.

Give me more dancing a lot of less falling,
Give me more dancing a lot of less lot of less falling.

Lights go down on this cold dark boulevard,
I just want the open road
So sick and tired of giving in to lost opinions,
Just how this old story goes, Oh.

Give me more dancing a lot of less falling,
Give me more dancing a lot of less lot of less falling.

Give me more dancing,
a lot of less falling,
Give me more dancing a lot of less lot of less falling,
a lot of less falling.

P.s comment your email if you EVER need anything, I will always be here for any of you.

~ Alayna

Day 4: Dialogue

This actually happened today...

Woman: My,..my son.. he wasn't.. I got a note saying that he wasn't I here. I told the....Mrs.------- that I would be picking him up and that she needed to watch him, but he is not here and I don't know what to do...where he is.. I need to know now..

Me: okay, ma'am, Mrs.------ is not answering phones, I can walk you to her office. Hold on a second..

Woman: okay...o..okay.

a minute or so later..

Me: Is he new?

Woman: Yeah, and he is having a ..just a hard time adjusting and..

Me: to school or the people..?

Woman: everything, he just...he is suicidal and I can't I don't know... I was going to get him and take him to the hospital..and he wrote this note the other A THREE PAGE GOODBYE LETTER and how he hates the world *crying*

Me: okay, lets stop for a second.. I know exactly how this is. I am link leader and I mentor, I run a support blog and I am involved in a suicidal awareness organization. I have experience with people who struggle with this.. my number is ########, my name is Alayna. Call me, have him call me, whenever I will ALWAYS be here for you guys.

Woman: thank you, thank you very much.. I just can't help him..

Me: I know, it is not an easy thing, but he hospital will help. They will watch him, keep him, give him the therapy he needs and medication. Trust me he will do well there.

Woman: I know, I am glad you think that as well.. i just..why..I can't help but I was coming to pick him and just take him right there because he..he doesn't take help easy at all and I was just going to get him out of the blue to him but now he isn't here..we don't where he is...we checked everywhere and his friends are complete assholes and they say they don't know...but I just need to find him. I will call when I do, thank you..

then we said our goodbyes... I haven't heard from her yet... *sigh.sniffle*

rough day...

Day 2: Facing the fear

Facing the fear, aye?

Since it is "facing" rather than "faced", I am going to be writing over the things I am facing currently.

I have struggled with this for so long that I actually began to fear it. Over thinking. I know the majority of us do it, but if you were to open the gates of my mind you would understand why I have migraines almost everyday. It's not the fact that I do it so often, it is the fact that I begin to think too much to were I don't know how to just relax. But, I do have to say I have been able to find moments of peace lately. Could be because autumn is coming just around the corner, and I love the way it makes the air smell and feel against my skin. Back on subject. I fear over thinking because not only do I make eight different scenarios of my current situation but I stress the most negative ones. Then, I begin to stress on what would happen if that came true and how my life would be. Then, I begin to stress on how would I  ever find happiness and purpose. So on and so on... It's one big race all over the place. I guess this could also relate to " facing the fear" of being on the pursuit happiness and what will come of it. Don't worry folks, I am not the kind to constantly rant to other people of my worries. I keep it to myself and keep a mellow tone in my voice. Hahah, but I guess I do tend to rant on here, but hey this is a blog about my life.

So, an overall statement: I face the fear of my over thinking abilities everyday, but I have strong built mind and I believe I can overcome it all.

Key note for you: Do not succumb to your fears just because it is "easier": easier to imagine, easier to do, just overall easier. IT'S NOT. It may be easier to simply do nothing and let your life crumble life coffee cake, but it is certainly not easy trying to pick up all the pieces when you realize what all you have done wrong. Over thinking will limit your sight to only seeing the worse scenarios, so you must start working out your mind because you do have fight to see the positive. Once you have reached that bird's eye view, anything can happen. Believe it.

Love,

~ Alayna

Sorry, but I'll have to do "day 2" tomorrow since it's getting late, and I know my response will be a good length.


Sweetdreams.

~ Alayna

Wander Away

Dear wandering readers,

I guess you can say I obsess about my future profusely. Some of you out there are like me and some of you live through the stress of today. I guess my only concern about this is that: who has it easier? When I say "easier", I mean who deals with less stress than the other? I know that there are factors that also contribute to this such as: mental abilities/disorders, organization skills, and/or general 'every day' skills. But, if you were to find someone who shows almost the exact characteristics you behold, yet they stress over future/today, then could you actually find what is "easier"? Just a thought...

To stress over the today could either mean you have anxiety issues and/or you just have a load on your plate about everyday. Worrying in the today would lead to constant thoughts, overactive unconscious movement, and then lead to issues like insomnia and/or increase your anxiety symptoms.
To stress over the future could also mean you have anxiety over success or struggle to find hope. Worrying of the future typically leads to physical pains, believe it or not, because too much stress harms the body (physically & mentally). Physically: you can get things like insomnia & stomach ulcers; they are awfully painful. Mentally: By having the above average amount of stress you are pretty much having what I like to call " The fogged windshield affect". Stress clutters your thinking and can/will impact your performances ("fog" your ability to see what's in front of you). Therefore, by stressing over your performance you are more prone to decrease your ability and thought process. Don't forget about those lovely painful ulcers, too!

We, the majority of people, stress because we want to achieve our dreams. We wander around saying that we are in search for ourselves, or that we are simply enjoying what life has to offer, but in reality that person is worrying/stressing. They contain the worry of being able to provide for themselves for things like food/clothing/shelter/etc and companionship. The people who "wander to find themselves" are actually probably one of the most stressed. The worry over the fact that they may never find "their true selves", but in reality you cannot travel to find yourself; you travel to find new things and explore and then discover what you really miss. Yes, there are times where people do find a home/lifestyle when exploring; great for them.

My theory is that we, the constant stressors, should dedicate a day a week to wander. It doesn't have to be physical wander, but just to free your mind of everything. YES EVERYTHING. How nice does that sound? For some ideas: yoga, meditating, art, cook, eat, sleep, etc. Something that you find really relaxing and wished you had time for. Well, I can guarantee that if you plan well that you will be able to create either a day or a good chunk of the day of relaxation. During this time you MUST not worry about failing/succeeding, performance, speed, present time, or responsibilities. You simply make a world of your own and you are the population. It's hard to learn to do this and it's even more challenging keeping up with doing it every week. But, it will make a DRASTIC impact and you will have something not to stress about and look forward to. Something to fight though it all and get to that day as fast as you can.

So my fellow readers: Wander Away.


~ Alayna
Dolce far niente : the art of doing nothing.

To whom it may concern

I am going to Tazo store Saturday and buying the biggest can of White: peach tea they have. As well as Lush face wash. Yes, I am the kind of person who gets excited over these things.

Hope all is better than well,

Alayna.

Day 1: A place that you love

Well,

I love the beach the most. If there is a beach, most likely I am going to love and cherish every smell, sound, feeling, and sight.

A place/beach area that I have found most 'lovable' would be Clearwater, Fla. This is mostly due to the fact I went there for Spring Break with my best friend Kelly. It was the memories made that makes Clearwater stand out most out of my 'beach' experiences.

We would wake up, usually around 8:30-9: am, and go work out. Of course both of us were wanting to feel as confident as possible in our bathing suits, so we would full power work out before eating. After showering and suiting up we would either go out for breakfast or get something from the 'free buffet breakfast spread' our hotel provided for us. We would be laughing over the previous day's "inside" jokes or being doing our typical weird conversations of life/guys. One morning, we were riding the elevator to the main lobby/buffet area and at the time we're laughing at my mocking of the elevator's music while trying to imagine what embarrassing thing I can do next. Dead on key with the elevator's 'ding' noise and opening doors my bandeau top flung off like a spring exposing myself to all families and business travelers. I'm not going to lie, but it was pretty packed that particular morning. Of course I start breaking out laughing while grabbing my chest and falling behind Kelly while she frantically presses the 'close door' button repeatedly. The most memorable part of the trip. Hahah. Or maybe it was the time when that cute little boy started throwing clam guts at us while we were tanning. Not only did the boy have a crush on us but so did his drunk 38 year old uncle. I suppose most of you would think that it was gross or even scary, but I like seeing how other people are making their way through this world. If there was any concern I had was the fact of how much time he would stare at my boobs or try to show off rather than watching that cute and oh-so adorable boy.

Besides my morning peek show event, it was a week filled with laughter and pure joy. If there was ever a time I really felt at peace, it would be then. I miss those walks across the bridge and being able to see the most beautiful crystal clear blue water. I miss that salty yet sweet smell of the waves. I miss being able to go lay out and gaze upon the stars while replaying songs over and over again. I miss trying all 46 different types of olive oil, and getting my tarot cards read. I even miss finding sand in the places I didn't know it could reach. But, most importantly, I miss the feeling of being full of such love for the beauty of the sea and the beauty of adventure.

~ Alayna

30 day writing challenge

I thought I would give this a try!

Heres the list:

Day 1: A place that you love
Day 2: Facing the fear
Day 3: A genre you’ve never written in before.  I'm sorry but I am not doing this one, aha.
Day 4: Dialogue only, please
Day 5: Inspired by your favourite song
Day 6: Second person coffee
Day 7: A day in the life of your favourite comic book character
Day 8: A place that exists only in your mind
Day 9: El Diablo
Day 10: The Interview
Day 11: A moment in history
Day 12: Your passion
Day 13: The place you grew up
Day 14: In the style of a favourite writer
Day 15: The road goes ever on
Day 16: How an event from yesterday could have gone
Day 17: The Ocean
Day 18: The taste of your favourite meal
Day 19: The day of randomness – use a random page from Wikipedia!
Day 20: A place you want to visit
Day 21: First person blind date
Day 22: Night
Day 23: Standing at the precipice
Day 24: The City
Day 25: A poem
Day 26: Something you witnessed today
Day 27: A snippet from a novel you want to write
Day 28: Second-person bank robbery
Day 29: Blue Powder
Day 30: The End

Just to those people who oh so kindly read my blog:

Here's a noggin' shaker,

What if you were sentenced for life and after FIVE YEARS you were finally proven innocent?

Just watched a show on 20/20 where a woman and husband adopted a child that was born into a meth addict and abusing home. They already four kids, and one on the way, but decided they wanted to give this cute little boy a "forever home". Not long after the boy had been living there, he started acting up and ate to the point of vomiting. He had an addiction to salty food and would even go through the trash AND cat food/dog food just to satisfy his abnormal hunger. One night, he began claiming he felt really cold and fell to the floor shaking. Both of the parents thought he just had a cold/flu and thought they would monitor him while giving him a nice hot bath. When the boy continued to moan in pain and increased symptoms they rushed off to the hospital. After a few hours of waiting the police were called because of the boys high (highest reported) sodium intake and for scratches/bruises the boy had among his body.  The dad settled for a small charge and was only given 5 years probation, where as the mother would not testify as being guilty in anyway. It turns out that during the time of trial the lawyer( persecutor)  failed to gather all evidence/witnesses for the defendant and exaggerated what the police had reported. There were also hidden records of the boy's past records of behavior observations. The boy was mentally impaired and had an eating disorder...the name escaped my mind but I believe it starts with a "p". But, it's just an eating disorder that would describe why the boy would have such abnormal cravings, and in most studies it showed to have an interest in high sodium products.

Overall, the mother was innocent. Finally, got to come back home...I fell asleep to see what happened after that. The lawyer actually didn't get any penalties and still works as a lawyer, because they didn't have enough evidence to take away her license. Anyway, just thought I would give you guys something to think about.

- Alayna

Today, I was presented with this poem in my Literature class. I felt quite glued to every word and meaning. The tone was perfect and it accurately represents how society applies such pressure to such an innocent mind. This particular kind of art not only makes you feel the words but allows you to apply them to yourself. I think the key message here is: never too judge others on their appearances, because being beautiful should be defined on who they are on the inside. 

~ Alayna 

Barbie Doll

This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.

She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.

She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.

In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending. 

Marge Piercy

Here's to the journey ahead!

The journey of "finding who I am" has been getting rough lately. I am the kind of person who likes to plan things out and buy neat little calendars so I can actually remember; do not mistake this as me saying I am an organized person. I have my goals, dreams, and concepts of life. They impact each other; if one was to change, then so would the rest. I have made NUMEROUS sacrifices in order to pursue my dream. I gave up my " fun-teen high school years", challenged myself academically (even when I already get stomach ulcers from stress), limited myself to very little experience on having fun, and gave up my favorite sport due to injury and needing to open up my schedule.

Recently, I keep repeating the words my father had said to me after I had described why I loved Boston so much; a city I have not visited but felt a strong passion to live there and just be there. As he listened to my plan of how I was going to get there, the sacrifices I have made, and what my inspiration was, he folded his hands and leaned forward. This, usually, is his body language of concern. He took a deep breath in and looked sadden. I asked what did I say to upset him, and his reply still hasn't left my mind since. " You lost your way of having fun and I am not even sure you do anything anymore to just have fun" he said. How could he say that? My own father said I didn't know how to have fun. I thought a few more seconds and began to realize that I couldn't even remember the last time I had fun. I use to paint, draw/sketch/doodle, sing, go for late walks, cook my famous concoctions, and hang out with friends. All I seem to do now is plan, plan, more planning, and dream. What was "fun" actually like anymore? I got so caught up in obsessing about my future and thinking that if I worked my best that I could achieve my goal, but somewhere along the way I lost the things that created who I am today. I had convinced myself that once I get to Boston, that I will discover myself in ways I never thought existed and become a person of art. I already know that I am someone who lives and breathes art, but I can't keep containing all my wild and nonpareil ideas. It was time for me to wake up and reconstruct my priorities.

Yes, I am still searching for the answers to: who I want to be, what can I be, and my place in this world. But, I go on my adventure of discovery a little more at ease now because I know that even when times are rough that I can seek away into my imagination to find ways of putting the art of me onto paper and/or actions. Although, my dad was right that I had "lost my way of having fun" little did he know I escaped to art for times of need or just general time. I needed to bring back my abstract so I can bring back the peace.

I still have many years to go, hopefully, but I know to never lose sight of the real me. The loss of art will bring the loss of me, in which will create the impossibility of discovering "who I am". So, here's to the journey ahead and may luck, happiness, love, and good faith lead me throughout every turn, bump, and obstacle that appear.

- Alayna

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”

—	Dead Poets Society (via seecateblog) Watching this right now <3

We All Are Art.

There is pain in everyone. Some people have a cause for their pain, and some don’t. Some people overlook their pain, and some exaggerate. If it was true pain, then it cannot be seen by eye. For those who take their pain and bottle it up have it worse than the ones who paint it on their face. The pain will bottle up and become a color in their eyes, heart, lungs, and brain, but never bones. X-rays show no feelings. Bones show the structure of a being, but it cannot show their morals and thoughts. This is why I love skeletons. I believe we were all created with beauty and built on ground. We all have structures on the inside, but we only believe their are demons that run us. It’s the thoughts that lifts us off the ground, and it is the thoughts that barrier us underground. We believe critics are everywhere on the surface. No one stops and sees us as we truly are: Art. If you take away the eyes, we are still beautiful. If you take away the skin, we are still equals. If you take away the DNA, we are just similar art forms. Bones. We all are art.

-Alayna

Sorry, I am still posting old writings. This is from about two years ago.

Wake Up?

To yearn for happiness is like being stuck in reverie. Where as this dream can give you the look of happiness, or even bring up past times where all you wanted to do is float up to the night sky and become a star. You can see other people laughing or just be blissful. But you know you can’t feel any of what you see, cause you have felt too much in your short life that sadness became stronger than you ever thought would. Sadness became the dominant thought. All you want is for your mask to become skin. Have every cell in your body turn bright, and for your soul to glow even in the darkest hours. All you want is to wake up being something you dreamed.

-Alayna

Woah completely forgot I wrote this, but this is from last year... a lot has changed since then.

Peace of Mind

What defines strength?

The perseverance of struggling to find hope? The constant self-pep talks? The ability to help others in any condition? The state of mind you put yourself in when you are going through rough times?


To be able to conquer your weaknesses you must find them first. Some are hidden behind your strengths, some are in plain sight, and some stitch their way through every thought, sight, and feeling. Weakness can play tricks with your mind, hoping they can make you believe that they are apart of who you really are, and they will take power that very second you fall in defeat.

In all the people I have helped I've noticed they all have one thing in common. The belief of succumbing to their weakness is the only relief. Diving into a more personal note, this use to be my exact thought. The feeling of finally giving in, because nobody else understands the constant battle. The   internal battle with your mind takes a lot of effort to mask over. To simply smile or even to speak takes energy that you barely have. The sorrow is painted prominently in your eyes but nobody really takes time to look. I read yesterday on when a person laughs too much, even on stupid things, usually means that person is sad deep inside. Which, of course, made me laugh because that's exactly how I am. The coping mechanism to our problems, in most cases, reacts in the opposite way we are feeling. By saying that I laugh too much could mean that instead of crying all the time I just laugh in order to make myself believe I am okay. For someone who likes to know how everyone else is doing and caring deeply for others, is their way of providing some relief to their thoughts instead of venting to everyone. Just like for people who have anxiety issues, their way of providing relief include things like: constant scratching, moving, bitting nails, and even fast breath rate. I know this may not apply to everyone, but given my background and study in psychology these are the most common coping mechanisms.

Therefore, to be truly feel strong you must make your weaknesses your strengths. This will define your strength of mind. The ability to pick yourself back up again and keep picking yourself up until you have made your feet like cement and your mind like the sky. It wasn't easy for me and I can guarantee it won't be easy for you. Instead of fighting with your mind all time, start working with it. It will take time and a heck of a lot perseverance, but it is worth it. To create a more stabile mind set and clear up some personal obstacles will be your kick start in finding the real you.

" To be able to conquer peace of mind you must fall to the greatest sorrows and know you are always stronger than what they say."

- Alayna

Past writings

June 14, 2012

I was sitting in the shower, legs out touching the edge, and I was looking at all the bruises and scars on my legs. I thought to myself I could be one of those girls on tumblr that takes pictures of their  multi-colored legs, since i have bruises that haven’t left in years, scars from my clumsiness, and bug bites. I began looking from my knees to my stomach while slowly sliding down onto my back. I saw my dark blue veins, my white naval ring, and the freckle that is directly in the middle of upper body. I was still slowly moving down and still slowly examining my body parts. I noticed my arms were not only the most freckled area but also the tannest part of my body. I noticed the bug bites and scratches on my forearms and bruises on my elbows. Finally, laying all the way on my back i saw how noticeable the veins were on my breasts and the faint tan line from a couple of weeks ago. Looking directly below my chin I saw more bug bites and more scratches I have inflected upon the bites. I must have stayed out longer than I thought the other night, because there are certainly a lot of bites. I looked up because I was finished examining and I let the water fall upon my open eyes. I closed my eyes and slipped away into my world. 

I am in my world where the sky is filled with pink, purple, and orange clouds. There is no sun but there is a never ending light and comfortable warmth. Sometimes through the clouds you can see other galaxies and shooting stars. I am floating in crystal blue still sea of pure water. There are no fish, whales, seaweed, and no bottom. I wear only my skin and my hair is as long as it use to be and a little more curly. There is some land but it is miles away. I am finally at peace. I may not always be at peace, but in this moment I have seen my worst and best side and was able to balance them into purity. 

I open my eyes, waking back to this world, but still carrying the peace I felt when I was in mine. 

love always,

Alayna 

“It is not easy to explain the feeling of unneeded or unwanted…to be not good enough and seeing everyone else around you is completely fine without you. You are just the dust on the court, just a bumping shoulder in the hallways, or just an empty mailbox. You feel useless most the time and you try to recall the moments were someone actually needed you just so you could remember the feeling. The feeling of being wanted is what we crave everyday, and it is something I hardly ever feel.”

-Alayna

“See me with your heart, love me with your eyes, and whisper to me sweet lullabies. ”

- Alayna