Leibwache

The following is an entry into a contest. I felt more inclined to list this as a journal instead of as a piece of literature. The premise, as I take it, of the contest is to take a song and see where it takes you. I'm writing this while listening to the song without the use of continued edits. Therefore, the organization may lack concrete structure, but that's the fun of it all. The song to me speaks on a level that hits at personal lows. I could speak on many parts of the song, but I will focus on two primary parts. I will list the parts and then speak on each I wish Wishing for you to find your way And I'll hold on for all you need Th

Well, time for a bit more mental therapy I suppose. When I was 14 years old, I met a girl and fell in love. Well, what I thought to be love. Her name was Jenna, and we were certainly an inseparable pair. To add a bit of insight, I'll simply add that I played football while in middle school, and she played volleyball. Every practice we were there to watch the other. Yeah, a bit sickening, but hey, we were kids. It was rather hilarious to the level we rocketed up to in such a short amount of time. The "I love yous" came within a month or so if I recall correctly. Little notes left in each others lockers and always walking through the lunch li

Well, I guess I should finally get around to having something here. I plan to, eventually, update this page regularly with my humorous attempts at literature and photography. I believe I will use this journal to express events in my life. I don't do it in search of comments or banter. It is simply a place to write to alleviate the pressure mounting in my brain from all the thoughts. Where to begin this little segment? I see no better starting point then to say that my name is Wes Perry. I'm a graduate of Georgia Southern University with a degree in Logistics and Intermodal Transportation. It's a passion that I have, and you will probably f