Not a testimony. Not today.
These are the spaces where what used to be important, those ideals and ideas you were to determined to live become fucking worthless. It is a release. It is freedom.
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To the End of the Road…
With faith and in freedom, I welcome 40.
Read More To the End of the Road…Jumpin’ In
Paved with more disappointments that have shaped my understanding and forced me to step into a truth that’s sometimes difficult to observe.
Read More Jumpin’ InIn The State of Dryness. ~ My Road to Forty
“At the scent of water, it will bud.”
Read More In The State of Dryness. ~ My Road to FortyNew Year, Newish You.
Welcome to the new year! 2018, 10 days in. It is a time of reflection and a little scrambling to ensure that your goals and resolutions happen. What a whirlwind! Are you ready?! I finally am, just in time. For the last few years instead of making a New Year resolution I’ve chosen a word. […]
Read More New Year, Newish You.The Sorceros’ Stone Part 3
Ms. Munrow was indeed dead. The moment Trinadia’s dreams started happening was the moment the witch started to fade away. She had no control over what was happening to her. Trinadia’s grandfather was an exceptionally grand wizard. To ensure that the secret was never revealed he cursed Munrow the Witch. To perish, fading away into […]
Read More The Sorceros’ Stone Part 3The Soceros’ Stone pt 2
What’s a Bloo. Bloo is a stumpy rock like piece of a creature. Very odd looking but in a secure way. Bloo can be depended upon to keep things safe. He had a look about him that said “Do Not.” The kingdom was a pleasant place. There was no real cause for conjectures of “Do […]
Read More The Soceros’ Stone pt 2Poems, storage space and that guy
I must admit that lately I have been quite lazy when it came to posting. I ran into writers block. Nothing seemed to fit or make sense. I started looking over other things that I’ve written and began to fine tooth edit those. It was just a distraction from all those words that were […]
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