You taught me that fictional characters are living. In the rivets of our imagination, In the fears that consume us, In the identity we claim daily, and the construction of a story we reflect our own perceptions, the fictional characters are us. But the ability to embrace all of their flaws to take ownership in... Continue Reading →
What was, what is, and what will always be
The moon does not always let itself shine the brightest rays of light. Nor does the sun question that cloud that covers its heat. We all have our moments where all eyes rest on us, but it's not only our success that allows the dimness or cover to diminish... it's the movement of the clouds,... Continue Reading →