<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934635</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:37:36.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Man's Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endlessbreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endlessbreaths.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nevaeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934635.post-109957982781708515</id><published>2004-11-04T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T06:50:27.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what a value of a friend was? or even what the value of life, even the very essense of it all? I was on the road today, I'm on the brink of moving back home, from which i've been away from for the past Year and a half I left my parents home at the age of 18 1/2 and been gone since then, now that i'm going on 20, I look at life really diffrently. I going through and recollectioning myself, and my thoughts going through and just comparing thoughts, and with the song Home with bone Thug and Phil Collions, and Crossroads playing in the background. It hit me, Life is of really so many diffrent things, when you get down to the grit of it all its the very breath that makes us who we are, and the intresting thing is that that breath is diffrent from person to person, there is a qouted in the Song Crosswords, saying I'll see you at the crosswords, And I'm gonna miss it all. Just the mere fact that I'm Georgia right now, and there is so much talent so much artism in this area, its breath taking. Its funny because the people who live here want to leave and the call it the 'armpit of the america'.  Well considering that I'm leaving here in a short bit, I find my self wondering why? Why do people want to leave? perhaps to see the world? not sure. As funny as it seem the mere fact that at that moment I was driving down the road, not even 40 miles east of me the time zone changes and there are people still sleeping. At this very moment as I'm typing this someone is missing the one they love. ITs kind of funny when you think about it. You wonder why? and how? and when? Why being how could one spend so much time on creating such a beautiful thing. How could it be done? And when did it happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now to the value of a friend, Everyone wonder what a friend is. The other night my roommate and I got into a very huge arguement I will not go into it right now. But it ended in us just saying fuck it, and I got on the phone with my people and just hung out with them. Finally getting in contact with my old friend, the roommate walked out and asked me to please come out and talk to him. This girl he loves, has broken his heart and I've never seen this boy cry, but he did I listen to him for over two hours. Its just amazing on how the way human's will pull together, and just stop what they are doing to help those in need. I think the true value of a friend is simply someone who is willing to that extra mile, and forget all grudges... blah I have a bad case of writers block I will continue this.. later I need some music and I think that iwll help some heh... lol &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934635-109957982781708515?l=endlessbreaths.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endlessbreaths.blogspot.com/feeds/109957982781708515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934635&amp;postID=109957982781708515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934635/posts/default/109957982781708515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934635/posts/default/109957982781708515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endlessbreaths.blogspot.com/2004/11/friend.html' title='A friend.'/><author><name>Nevaeh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
