Being Present…

Is much harder than hiding. I remember when my mom was sick. I was a teenager, young, unsure of what everything meant but I knew it would be okay. It wasn’t. Eight years after believing it would all work out, riding on the longest rollercoaster of my life, she passed. I had SO much hope. … More Being Present…

Dying Dreams

How does one stop dreaming? I used to play, I used to explore, I used to push towards new things. And some where I stopped. I quit playing, I quit exploring, I quite pursuing. I stopped. I saw my Facebook memories from two years ago. Basic stuff. I got a drum set, recording things, soundboard, … More Dying Dreams

i love her

when i wake up, i remember her. in the midst of chaos, i think of her. i love the days we can be together. when she smiles. when she laughs. when she stares into my eyes. when she tells me her secrets. when i know her. she is dreamy. i love her. nashville. to. traverse … More i love her