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Category: writing for your soul
Internal dialogue
Ah what’s the point. You can do it. Blah blah. *Screams* I have a new business idea. Hmm…will it work?… Read more Internal dialogue
Dance to the rhythm of now
Like Afro beats the rhythm captures my roots, my heritage, the song of the ancestors. Blessed am I the way… Read more Dance to the rhythm of now
Possession Possessed
Passion was once something I possessed then through my possession my grip grew faint.
The Cuervo Effect
Jose… Why do I reach for you when my soul’s dehydrated? Knowing I need to quench my thirst, I call… Read more The Cuervo Effect
Gender-fied
On a quest to manifest my destiny, the stress in me has me questioning my life’s authenticity, so don’t judge… Read more Gender-fied
Weeping Willow
Lessons never hurt so good. Make me grow as a woman as I knew they would. Teach me what I… Read more Weeping Willow
Innocence
Her chuckle was precious. The very essence of a toddler’s joy. And in that moment, I gazed. The sky was… Read more Innocence
Today in Princeton…
We dug for records today out in Princeton at the local shop. The smell still lingering at the entrance of… Read more Today in Princeton…
Going Cray
All neurosis is blocked creativity. Our greatest pain is our unfulfilled creative potential. – anonymous
