As a writer, the worlds I’ve created have become so developed that I now look on. The characters have their own stories, own ideas, they have far exceeded my imagination. Though I did, in fact, create it all, I’ve become an onlooker. I feel as if every author is aware of this. Your characters may
Category: my thoughts
We are all creatures of darkness. We never truly see the light until we await our arrival upon this world. Even before our conception we await as a figment of imagination from our mother or father, years before we walk on this Earth. Or so they say. It amazes me when people speak in such
Time to wake up and stop following a dream. I’ve heard the constant phrase being thrown at me and with the desire to rush to fulfill my heart’s content, I remained asleep. It is easy to quote such a tale or be told by those who already have reached their own “dreams”. But what about
Your phone is your friend. Your social media is your friend as well. The love and hate relationship we build upon these common topics in today’s age. I remember writing about my detox and my departure from social media. I even remember the times I had no “smartphone”. A 17-year-old without a phone except for
Sleep is an escape from life… I’ve heard the joyous rewards that sleep brings to the table. I’ve heard parents and friends complain about the lack of sleep in their lives. The great inner world we allow ourselves to dwell within. Where dreams manifest and rest seems to finally come upon weary bodies. When I
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.