I decided that I live with no regrets and have accepted the outcome of my decisions. I let it go and I set myself free. Free to live again, love again, smell the rain, nourish my soul…. Let people in. For I know that every dark night turns into day. I am free to write my story for it is me who holds the pen. For It is the journey and not the destination that is the story. For that, I am thankful.Read More
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And oh does she hug me so
when I'm lonely.
How she hears my cries no one else hears.
She accepts me...the me no one knows.
She has seen me at my worse and seldom at my best.
Yet, never turned her back.
And has yet to close a door on me.
Imagine you are floating in the middle of the ocean with nothing but a raft. Lets mark this as the beginning of your life. You have goals. You have big dreams that you want to fulfill in life so you begin to think of a strategy to survive. You know the direction of "home" but it must wait because right now you're trying to figure out how to survive.Read More
It will be hard to really put your thumb on it but i promise the reward will be rewarding; highlight or fold pages whichever you see fit slow and steady so the heart not the mind is absorbingRead More
For as far back as I can remember I always felt this deep connection to "something". I could never figure out what exactly this something was, but I did know it was inside me and I knew it meant I had a very important purpose. But at some point after endless abuses of "you are nothing", my spirit caved!Read More
Perched atop docile tippy toes soft and gracious as fresh fallen snow; porcelain painted smile, so statuesque in tender twirls she pirouettes oblivious not a care in the world; i used to dream of being that girlRead More