My name is Heather. I am very passionate about snowboarding and writing!

Man, isn't it crazy how everything goes down. Fall in love one day, have your heart shattered the next. Be happy one day, cold and shallow the next. People come and go but what you make of yourself, that's forever. As of this point in my life, it's hard to listen and believe others and what they have to tell you. Ive given up on that. You can't be let down if you already expect it to happen. Wouldnt it be great to just sell all your stuff get up and leave!...never telling anyone what became of you or where you ran off to. You can't run away from your problems but if your problem is the people, you can run away from that...and someday I will. Ive given up. If anyone has any advice on what to do, please write me a message. I'm desperate.

Human decency has gone down, theres no one left to trust
Is this all love of lust
I hate this feeling, so vulnerable
So lost, ...apprehensible
I want to fun away far far away
Escape these demons, whats left to say?
Someone help restore the light
I'm getting taken within this great fight


It Will Run Forever
By: Heather

It was like the wind weaving around nature’s forms
It’s the earth’s fluids weaving and causing chaotic storms
It is the survival of the living
And the cause of the dieing
It is the escape from reality to some
It is the sounds that begs you to come
It is the inspiration of writers making them clever
But in the end it will run forever

Then there’s the friendly creature, delighted to see
And constantly questioning why can’t we all be friendly
Constantly questioning why
Constantly questioning why the time and memories passes by
Constantly questioning cultures and traditions
For it is has seen them come and go over years but never did they leave tuitions
Constantly questioning when everything will be silent…maybe never
But in the end it will run forever

So what is this dimension?
What causes this dilemma and tension?
Why is everything so unknown?
What causes to people to be out of the zone
What could it be if you figure it out…wise you will surely be
For even to me, it is all just a mystery
This is a river of no particular lever
But in the end…it will run forever