What does it take to fully motivate you? Are the words spoken in a play, movie, poem, book, and etc, really what drives men/ women to get up and roar with the motivation? I’ve longed to see the reality of when people are quick to say actions speak louder than words. I find that there
I refuse to apologize for my state. Consuming tides seen blistering in storms, heated from shores to shores. Wait. Step back. Let me reiterate, illustrate. Not to confuse you with land but a man. Where sands of time flow through the cracks of his mind. I’m not the Florida man. But though I see the
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
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
I believe we forget how refreshing it all seems to be, to wake up and know that the day is filled with endless possibilities. It is perplexing to me the intricate details that help set the next couple of choices in motion. The world is filled with a mystery and an allure that is truly
Tales spun. Swiveling in minds of imaginary perceptions. Entangling senses with vivid imagery. Mysteries shifting through the corner of eyes. Passed down through the ages. Find the stories in the shadows.
I am the burning flame that awaits the light to be extinguished, awaiting the endless darkness. A light once found, only to be warmed by my existence. Consumed by my presence. Find me with open arms for I welcome the eternal night, shaped til I burn again.
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
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
Where do we go from here? Your mind remains restless upon years of emotions and thoughts you believe you will not escape from. Time seems to be at a standstill and you remain glued to the notion that it will not get better. Jump 2 days into the future, a year, a decade, now what?