Back of the Bus and the Need for Rest

Why do I always go to the back of the bus? Why am I comfortable here? A lot of people are. I think it may be because I’m alone and can observe everyone freely. Anything but me being observed lol. Well here I am again. In the back. Typing away. Being more consistent. You know,…

How do writers write everyday?

I guess they just start writing. Like I am now, as I’m on this RedLine train. I have another job. Yay! I got fired in October… I begged God for a break and prayed for a sign. I felt stuck there. I loved the money and the weekly pay, but I wanted to work outside….

In a Moment 

Change happens in a single moment. Let’s harness that power. 😎

Delicacies captured, Form waves of passion. In you, I see me. And now I see more.

Blue.

I used to hate the color blue. Made me uncomfortable and I didn’t understand it. I couldn’t feel it. Now it means more to me than a color. It’s a process. Sometimes a state of being. A feeling at times. It’s therapeutic. Calming. And I desire more. Every heart, every ocean, every word, everything. Goes…

Sophia

That little bright eyed look you gave me this morning was everything. The way you stared at my curly, honey-brown weave was so adorable! Your eyes full of curiosity. Your mommy protectively watching how I’m interacting with you. Your cute pink jacket. Pure like you. Your whittle fat ankles. I wish I was a baby…

Am I a Woman?

A woman is not a girl. A woman was a girl. There is a big difference and I have a better sense of that since I turned twenty-six years old yesterday. I’ve had a week long vacation. ( yassssss 😎) I made a commitment to be more free and open during my vacation. It worked!…

THOSE WHO ARE PERSISTENT.

Admittedly, I cannot remain steady in my ambition. I’m trying to beat this case of laziness that I’ve been fighting for, I don’t know, my whole life lol. What I’m sure it comes down to is balance, focus, and discipline. The question is “how do I maintain optimum levels of these things at least most…

I’ve decided my posts will be accounts of my everyday living. Maybe that’ll help me become a better writer, you know, keep the thoughts flowing and the words coming. I judge my writing so harshly that at times I forget to enjoy what I’m doing. I always feel like I’m writing an essay that will…

BATTLE

Everyday I fight a battle. A battle I fight against myself. A battle With my mind. Because all I can think about is you. This battle again, with My body. Because all it wants, is you. A battle with my heart. Because the only one I love, IS YOU.

Dreams of Death 

I dreamt of death.  Now, I am afraid of death. For reasons we all are.  My dreams of death tell me that I don’t tell people what I should when they are alive. A characteristic of myself that shocks me.  Imagine loving.   Loving someone so deeply and truly that you are one. Where they…

Why I Hate My 9 to 5

My purpose is so much bigger than this. I was not designed to push carts for the rest of my life. Nor was I designed to bag your groceries. I refuse to believe it. Now, don’t get me wrong, some people love their 9 to 5’s, but I feel that it limits me. Here I…