Jose… Why do I reach for you when my soul’s dehydrated? Knowing I need to quench my thirst, I call your name. When others reject you, I sing your praises. I love you. You burn slow, but I’m still here. You challenge my existence and take me to new heights at dangerous depths, But from…
On a quest to manifest my destiny, the stress in me has me questioning my life’s authenticity, so don’t judge me please and pardon me, if I rather chill in the garden with eve.
Her chuckle was precious. The very essence of a toddler’s joy. And in that moment, I gazed. The sky was a Melancholy blue. And I began to sink deeper into the present allowing life to wrap me like a blanket in the still of a brisk evening, isn’t it deceiving, believe me, I’m breathing.
All neurosis is blocked creativity. Our greatest pain is our unfulfilled creative potential. – anonymous