I think interests come and go. You find something new and you throw your entire being into what you're doing. People take notice and follow you. People interact and you feel encouraged. Then you hit a brick wall. You miss a day or two. People understand. Sometimes you need to take a break. But then… Continue reading Interests.
My words are heavy in my soul; they are locked in the recesses of my mind. Dare they be said? Some would argue yes, but should everything be put out in the open for the sake of artistic endeavor? What price should we pay to become a masterpiece in the eyes of the future? What… Continue reading Heavy Words.
Last night I had a dream about my blog. I had told someone about it and wanted it to be successful. For whatever reason we were in an argument; the person told me I had my blog all this time and I only had three hundred followers as if this should be an insult. As… Continue reading What Makes a Successful Blog?
I want to savor the moments that I live in now. I want to enjoy where I am now in my life, because that is the expectations that are placed upon me and others. I am single, and with no children, I have the freedoms that others wish they could have again. Don't doubt me,… Continue reading Satisfaction.
I dreamed that I was Belle last night. I was dancing with the Beast, then afterwards we stretched out in front of the fire. He closed his eyes and I leaned over him, gently stroking the fur around his face. He opened his eyes and I was staring into them for what seemed like the… Continue reading Tale as Old as Rhyme.
There are little secrets people hold within themselves that nobody else will know. Dreams of better lives; of exotic vacations; of creative lives unfolded. They hold these secrets within themselves and they last forever, but never reveal themselves because people are scared. To tell these secrets would be to tell what they're afraid to chase… Continue reading Little Secrets; Little Dreams
I used to have this recurring nightmare for several years. I don't remember when they first started, probably around 8 or 9. The basis of the dream was always the same: I was trying to escape from my house. Sometimes what was chasing me was an actual person who broke into the house, but most… Continue reading The Nightmare Demon