Overcast

Shades of grey. Dirty white, Washed out black, Sun shinning through, A clouded mask. Cool smooth breeze, Wet grass present, Beneath my feet. Dark earth tones, The eye’s adjust, And I wonder, How long you will last.    

My Journey… Imprinted by Truth.

Where to begin? My Journey being Imprinted by the Truth. I’ve always been a spiritual person for as long as I can remember having a pretty, inconsistent childhood leaves the mind to wonder, and searching for something better. March 10th 2009: One of my favorite uncles was one of the 1o murdered victims, slain in…

Hello

For some reason I felt I would always find myself here.Writing it down. For the world to see. Or maybe realistically by some wandering soul who winds up reading this. Hello.