A broken down me Was what it took To find who I had become And as the pieces slowly reconciled Who I chose to be Became my true identity It wasn’t until I had fallen apart And my knees were on the ground That I saw inside And wasn’t happy with I found… So mendingContinue reading “.inside”


.who you choose to be

If you’re looking down at someone it had better be to help them get up… Nothing irks me more than the callous eyes that lay a warm blanket of predetermined judgement on someone they know nothing about. But what does judging mean? It’s human nature to feel, observe and act accordingly to the people aroundContinue reading “.who you choose to be”