What’s your story?

From a very young age I’ve always loved to learn. Anything that had to do with homework, reading, writing especially, I would always look forward to. By the time I could talk my mom and Grandma immediately started teaching me letters in the alphabet, sight words, tracing, and teaching me how to read. I’ve been... Continue Reading →

Everything Starts with ‘The’

Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →

Making Love

Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.

Connected

Young their pinkies intertwined while sitting atop the monkey-bars. The heartbeat beneath his chest humming underneath a blanket in the back of his pick-up truck One went to college. The other stayed home, comfortable. Other people came and went; they both changed they both learned. A visit back home, a holiday parade, and a simple,... Continue Reading →

Dear Ms., 💍

I promise you all of me forever I do. Dedication, persistence, tranquility, and chaos too. When your last name changes to mine, we'll be forever in two places. Forever yours. Forever mine.

An Exercise High

for the Creative Mind 💭 Breathes deep and slow. Inner peace with complete silence. Thoughts turn into mush, pulsating through ligaments and joints. Sweat as reward, aching muscles with every move. The inner beauty of being in the moment. Stretching everything past its limits. Stress escapes through my pores. An escape for the moment from... Continue Reading →

Moments 📷

He said hi to her while passing by on a bike. She walked to her car, breathless and tired. He stayed up all night to talk to her. She claims she "never" knew just what to say. He smiled and laughed at her jokes, that weren't funny. Her quirky personality "never" once noticed she "never"... Continue Reading →

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