We are all different, but there are some of us who feel a bit more peculiar that others. I am one of those people. Being different makes me happy, even if it makes me stand out. That is why I feel that the phrase, “love with your heart and not with your eyes,” makes no … Continue reading Love Shouldn’t be Blind
Time passes you by and before you know it you're wishing for a break from it all. . .but then life slows down and you can see the leaves falling to the ground ever so gently and with no rush in mind. Life falls as it may and pieces land where they should and after … Continue reading About that
There is a common thread among people who learn of my writing. “What do you write?,” they ask. . .sometimes I immediately want to say, what don’t I write but that does not satisfy the answer. I feel as though I write everything, so to me what matters most is why I write. I am … Continue reading What do you write?
She sat upon a dream sometime Afraid to bring it back to life Awaiting for one day She kept The dusty little dream at rest So abandoned she lie On the cutting room floor Surpassed nine lives Yet dead again once more If not by her lips To reintroduce her to life Imagined in thought … Continue reading One Day
I am so grateful for my late night bouts with insomnia. There is this world that has yet to be discovered that only reaches the light of day in the most deepest and darkest of nights. During the day I am a myriad of thoughts and emotions, which are rarely expressed in their totality. We … Continue reading Father of the teen