The beautiful thing of living in limbo is always heading home.

live like Sion

"The open sea is to the Hawaiian people as the desert was to Moses and his people... a place to go and meet God." - Reverend Abraham Akaka

Tonight, a bright yellow star in the eastern sky remindes me of three things...

A.) How much I miss my friend.
I miss your gapped tooth smile.

You were the brightest star in the sky, but you walked among us. In a world driven by glory and fame, you walked humbly. It was obvious what motivated you Sion, always the faithful father and ever loyal friend.

B.) How far I've let myself fall from heaven.
At times, I've found myself consumed with fear, boxed in by false-pride... simply lost. I forget who I am and the person that I want to be.

I want to be like Sion Milosky.

C.) To Live like Sion.

I want to be humble, gracious, kind and incredibly courageous. I want to be loved. I want to be worthy. I am trying, and I am at times not so sure... I hope to see you in paradise my friend.

I have a feeling,

That this is going to be the BEST. SUMMER. EVER.

A lot of this feels like deja vu. Like when she said that she had acapella practice and it made complete sense. How I had never heard her sing, but already knew that she could, and that I loved her voice.

it's time

I have been basically obsessed for the last few weeks. Tattoos even visit me when I am sleeping through my dreams. Dreams of water and smoke, of wings and samurai, of pirate ships and whispered prayers... I think this means something.









(I also had a dream of Paula Abdul.)

Happy Birthday, Miss Kass!

Here's to getting a life and living it.


I miss you friend. Hope you have a good one!