What if we were to truly create? To take from Nothing and make Something. To rid ourselves of the derivative, of the copyright infringement. Yet our minds are not vast enough, we must pull from some example... A creature must have a body, and if it senses you, it must have senses. But what about... Continue Reading →

Annie... Usually I sit across the coffee shop (because I'm not ashamed to fall right into the stereotype) and I never learn her name. I adore and admire her as I cower in my cold seat, iced coffee cooling me down all the more. Not a thing tells me to warm up, to approach her, and so... Continue Reading →

Living in a new house every five years has been tough. I'm not boo-hooing; I genuinely have a great life and I'm blessed with a lot of loving friends and family. But when you're young, you need your little tribe of misfits around you to help you figure out who you're going to be, what... Continue Reading →

Two things that I am certain of                                                             Two things I've been told Three things I've been told:                                                             Three things I am certain of: I am Loved                                                                                                                   I am ambitious I am worth it                                                                                                               I am a dreamer I pave my own way in life                                                                                I have what it takes I doesn't matter much What I'm told It doesn't... Continue Reading →

I haven't written since you and I realize that exact line has likely been written before and I know I'm not alone. But I am alone. Because no one else is me and no one else is you. And no one else knows the us we know. And maybe I have written, but it's been... Continue Reading →

Senses numb and awareness is all my consciousness Beyond my heart's rapid throb, the world slows And I, the weak I... am subject to the will of another.   The faces around me are but blurs of the unfamiliar Yet all too familiar, we all strive to the same end And we, the helpless We...... Continue Reading →

Sometimes, the hardest part about writing for me is feeling like a writer. I work in an office doing whatever it is I do, then I drive 45+ minutes to get home at the end of the day. Sometimes I'm too tired to want to do anything when I get there, and I usually have... Continue Reading →

My heart beats deeply, beckoning the arrhythmia of my breath to a place of balance, a place where ebb and flow coexist in harmony, and patience intermingles with proactivity. Hyperventilation ceasing, thoughts aligning... my heart had it right all along.

Of all the things to not trust, why is it we can't trust our hearts? Some people say, "Follow your heart," but half the time my heart wants to jump off a cliff just to experience the adrenaline and wind rushing past my face. My heart wants to swim across the ocean and find an... Continue Reading →