As an adult, a gen-Z, I have heard ‘you owe no one nothing’ more times than I have rewatched DPS(and I have rewatched it a million times). I don’t know about you, but for me(and my house); We owe people something. I can’t tell you why or what but one day you will look back…

There are days my fingers itch to hold a pen to paper, however, when I do, I cannot bring myself to write anything extraordinary. Commonplace is all I do.With this desire to be extraordinary, I lose the power to write anything all together.My mind is blank and you do not want to be in this…

Are we so appalled by the air of reality that honesty feels like an alien craft we are not willing to embrace? Are we so accustomed to throwing up our hands in surrender that we’re too tired to lift our hands to peel off the veil-the mask of appearances- to see what truly lies beyond?…

To live for the hope of it allTo see the stories of people and not their facesTo feel their strugglesTo have the calmness of zen masters when the storms within are ragingTo have the courage to face the world even when your legs are too weak to stand up for yourselfTo remember that failing in…

William Blake said; To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour… This feels homely, feels like the things that make my soul feel at home, like the little joys that gets my heart dancing,…

You are a storm. You’re a gentle stream. You’re passionate. You’re smart. You break walls I thought were made of steel. You’re kind. You’re strong. Like a butterfly, you’re fragile yet so bold. Baby girl, you can always stitch back pieces of your heart, hug yourself and press start like nothing happened. You can always…

It just blows my mind how life happens. How one day you’re miserable and the next you’re living your dreams. It’s just weird to me that one time people you hold dear find their own loves and move on from you. How at one point in life you think you have everything together and in…

You see, the thing about being a people’s pleaser is it comes from a place where you’re trying to buy love from the world . Trade your dignity. Your sanity. Your everything. For love. You give but don’t get the love, affection, recognition your inner child craves. You learn and become a gifted mockingbird singing…

I’ve been listening to this train hoot (and do everything trains do)for a while now.Everytime the clickety clacks hits my ears everything else goes mute and my soul comes to life. This place is filled with noises from cars, people and everything but my mind has a way of muting them when it’s a train…