Our Power

Do you ever sit back and reread your writing? As I sit here today and reread my poems I become lost in the waves of emotions, and stories hidden within each line. They Feel so foreign to me. I can pinpoint exactly where I was, and why I wrote each poem, yet It feels so…

Look Up

Ever stop and just look up, maybe not up, but just around? We live in a bubble titled “me” population “1” sometimes โ€œ3โ€ but in the end still a dot in this unimaginably never ending beautiful Universe. Most wander without a clue of the other, while we all have a book and all wonder for…