We look out to the stars to answer the questions from deep within, as they reveal a light from amidst the darkness. The questions that plague us and cause us to stumble. The chemical imbalance that has ravaged many and been seen as demons in the past. It is a marvel to me how so
How much time are you actually spending doing what you love? I’ve come to one of those moments as a writer and blogger where I look back and see all that I have done. I remember when I initially started this blog and this has been quite a ride. Now reaching my 3 year mark
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
My hands move with such a rapid motion that it seems to move on its own. Jumping from device to device, I find myself in constant odds, wondering where it is that I find complete comfort. What device should I use to write, where is the perfect spot, platform, who am I writing about, Why
The piercing light hit my eyes and caused me to cover my face. I woke to the blinding radiance of the sun. After moments of being dazed I looked out at the world. I was regaining my composure. I sat up and looked on as the clouds parted and drifted over the scenery before me.
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.