I'm learning that sometimes there are no answers to our questions & sometimes we don't have to understand. Thats part of life and it is ok..

Creating life as I go and editing when needed in order to move forward. Always under construction to do and be better than yesterday.

Somewhere along the way I feel as though I lost my identity and its not like losing a passport it feels more like losing someone so dear to your heart that it pains you everyday to be so unsure if you'll ever see them again or not

Every day it got swept. All of the dirt each piece of dust and even the tiniest bread crumb of secret midnight snacks. It lay under that rug.Years went by nobody noticed it’s more defeated crumbled appearance with all the misshaped lumps and bumps. Eventually a boy drips and falls over it people are so surprised and nobody knows what why or how it could have happened. Not even the lady with the sweeping brush.

One of my favorite things to do is put my headphones on,blast some good music and just walk my own personal music video

Connection was always enough. Not touching. Not talking. Just a feeling that in the world your not alone.