It seems as though my creative juices run dry when I have a lot to ponder on. I have been thinking a lot lately, and so, I haven’t been able to put up all the blog posts I would want to. After chewing on this extensively (or so I hope), I would like to share a little I’ve noticed about… well about life – but I’ll start with me (this promises to be long, so brace yourself). I used to be very compassionate. I think over time it has reduced, but I still consider myself to be a v

I’m desperate and wanting. Waiting and thinking. Dipping and fetching. Hungry and thirsting. Yet, it’s not my first time. I’ve gone full circle. And I’m still searching. Man: Woman, you are thirsty! Your are wilted and dry inside. Woman: You need not say it. For I can feel it and you can see it. I have been here, waiting for you to give me water that I may not thirst again. Man: Not only do I see it, but I feel it, too. But we have been here before. Then, I gave

Does your reflection scare you? When you look at yourself what do you see? Can you find a monster in your eyes? When I woke up this morning, I never thought I won’t be able to look at myself. When I put on my favorite yellow dress, I couldn’t imagine having the audacity to set fire to skin that could have been mine. I had never known what could push me off the bend- I had never experienced what inflicting terror tasted like. It was a bitter taste… mixed with smoke and b