.Project You

You…. Wake up every day. Eyes open, chest rising and falling. The thoughts, plans, lists and responsibilities start running through your mind. Your body resists the urge to move, stretch, get out bed. The lights come on, your eyes squint, your breathing patterns get shorter and you start your day. No matter what you doContinue reading “.Project You”

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.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”

.the beat

A sweet supple sound that slowly penetrates my soul. The hum of the bass behind the melody Slowly stirring up a warmth I once forgot existed Opening my eyes and seeing the truth Feeling the beat Swaying my hips and letting my eyes close once again… Lost in my mind with the lyrics that preachContinue reading “.the beat”

.that strong little girl

There she sat with her mind in the sky When she looked down the world would pass her by But when she looked up she always seemed to stumble and fall No matter how hard or how many times she fell down… That little girl would always get back up a tad bit stronger thanContinue reading “.that strong little girl”

.highway to nowhere

People think I’m a drifter strolling down the highway of life looking for quick pick me ups to erase all of my strife… But my journey just beginning with every ride I hitch the curves and twists never ending there is no volume button or on and off switch… There are times I wish IContinue reading “.highway to nowhere”

.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”