She was never yours.

It can be horrible knowing too much.

I was listening to an old song whose message is still relevant now.

My first Children’s talk at Hope Methodist church and what happened after the talk.

Changes2.

A poem based out of recent events in my life.

A self-critical poem.

Theres this part of me… Filled with a need, a want. It consumes me but briefly, yet deeply at times.

Its cold out there. This remains to be the truth. I sigh, but what did I ever expect. There’s nothing more. There’s always less.

Loving the visually impaired.