Poem.

Of a man typing away, the weight of each finger making contact with the iphone, each resonating with a distinctive click.

A young man is shown the gruesome side of this Earth. The monsters of our realm are all make believe to some, but then there are others…The one’s who can see. These are the one’s who defend. They keep us from paranormal harm’s way as much as they can. This is the story of one young man’s journey into the concealed mysteries of our own planet.

Poem.

When the pressure becomes too much.

Just keep breathing.

One of my diary entries. This was written on 11-11-2011
Just thought I’d share. This one was very meaningful to me.

3/19/2012.

Take time out for you…

All adults deeply desire to relive their childhood.