.underneath

You ask me where I come from. What I’ve done. Where I’ve been. Who I am.  I could write about my childhood…. growing up in a household with parents who don’t know what love is. With siblings that follow suit. I could tell you about the endless days and nights where I cried alone inContinue reading “.underneath”

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.time and change

Right when I thought I knew who I was…. as quickly as the tides change, I realize that just today I am different than yesterday. Its crazy how quickly we can morph into something we never thought we would. Not necessarily because we are opposed to it, but because it was never something we thoughtContinue reading “.time and change”

.why are you waiting?

What makes the world so bright To the small child inside us all? The fear and stress we have Is from being here…. But wanting to be there… It comes from knowledge, faith and hope Of a brighter beautiful way… One that we pray for each and every day Behind your eyes are answers toContinue reading “.why are you waiting?”

.knowing when to stop

love is a drug that you can’t dabble in. it’s highly addictive. and often destructive to the creature who carries it. As a highly sensitive person I’ve experienced great emotional connections that at the time were explosive inside creating a cosmic balance that seemed un-earthly. I’m a gentle soul and often quiet, also highly expressive,Continue reading “.knowing when to stop”

.the thin line

How can you hate someone you love so much? Can that line be crossed? I’ve always believed that hate is the absence of love, like darkness the absence of light… So tell me, if the love you have for someone turns into hate does that mean you love them less than before? You allowed hateContinue reading “.the thin line”

.losing control

My life, not so different from your own comes with happiness, sadness, love and loss… I’ve given and taken. I’ve forgiven and begged for forgiveness my self. But somehow I can’t seem to forget. The pain weighs heavy on my heart. A journey through love and anguish that never seems to end. My heart is usually worn onContinue reading “.losing control”