Learn to see your worth. We forget who we are and let the opinions of others affect us. Once we learn to love ourselves we should know our value. Don’t allow anyone to disrespect you. It can come in many ways so be wary, drama introduced in your life, time wasted, manipulations, and etc. You
Breathe in. Breathe out. I’ve begun to allow myself to just feel everything. For a good portion of my life I was very good at letting things slide off. I used to hold everything in as well and push it to the side, mentally. I was good at just acting the part of caring for
Let’s just stretch these old fingers here and crack some bones. *insert cracking noises* Another day, another night awake. I am amazed my body hasn’t completely shut down with all the abuse I’ve put it through in all of the years. Here I am, back at it again, about to be 3 am, eastern time
Revel in the new rise of the Chromebooks! Ok, so I may be a few years too late. I have recently found myself enthralled with everything that is Chrome OS. I am a huge Linux supporter. I currently run a dual boot of Linux (ubuntu) and Windows 10 on my gaming computer. I built my
Cover me in swirls of light or darkness. Bury me in the mystery of possibilities. Faces emerge and breeds a new future of uncertainty. Shaped emotions and thoughts illustrating new reason. The present swirls.
What does it mean to write? Laying down on my bed contemplating what my next words will be? What would entice a reader to stick through these simple words that would impact them? How would I draw an audience to my work? The questions that plague a writer. I find myself attempting to find proper
Search within the mystery. Bursting colors illuminated by darkness. Flickers of rays met with caverns of emotions. Into the deep.
O sweet goddess, you have marked me eternity. Hear my words part and reach tickled ears. Such beauty stretching beyond time and space. Trouble breeding strength and growth into such amazement. Your eyes are the sunset to my dreams. Your voice the melody to my heart. Your touch the calming wing. Catch me in your
Speak to me of days gone and I shall incite memories of yesterday to flourish once more. Speaking measures are taken to reignite thoughts and emotions drawn from distances once forgotten. Lest weary thoughts be a prison. Centuries drawn by passing. The past breeds change of the present.
Echoing thoughts raging from whispering silence swelling within. Nights of darkness met by flickering light. Vision disrupt by blurry noises. The paradox of the senses mixed as life finds meaning touched by empty spirits. Vibrating emotions catching the scent of the agent of nothingness. Tales carry home the tolls of finding life in an empty