We come into this world a blank canvas, I'm beginning to paint it with the colors I see …
Last week I had an opportunity to extend my evening out in New York City. I was invited to join a group of people, which numbered about 10. I quickly responded with, "thank you for the invite, but I just don't do well in larger groups." I finished up what remained of my beer, worked … Continue reading am i shy, or have you labeled me so …
have you ever heard a song that cascades over your soul like a waterfall? have the hooks sunk into your heart so deeply, that they leave a mark? i was introduced to a band called twiddle, sometime in mid january. at the time, their song “lost in the cold” was exactly where my head was … Continue reading music therapy …
can you love your self? can you look in the mirror and actually say “i love you” to the person staring back? awkward right? we seek love from others, but what if we finally sought it for ourselves? can you lend me $9,000 so i can hang this in my room as a reminder? thanx … Continue reading can you love yourself …
and sometimes the best way of not finding yourself, is to hold on. what are you holding on to, that no longer serves its purpose? i know of one, and it’s staring me directly in the face ...
my meditation spots are chosen randomly, yet tonight was a good one. i can’t take credit for the alignment of the shells, however while trying to find a quote to tie into the photo this is the first one that came up, “the best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us … Continue reading the notebook …
i’m staring up at an infinite universe right now thinking how amazing it would be to share this moment with someone special. but as fate dictates, it’s just not the case. so i enjoy this moment with myself, because to deny my soul such a beautiful experience, would be denying my very existence ...
i closed my eyes last night, only to wake up under a tree. is my reality a dream, or is my dream a reality ...
"meditation is not to escape from society, but to come back to ourselves and see what’s going on. once there is seeing, there must be acting. with mindfulness we know what to do and what not to do” Thích Nhât Hanh ~~ i don’t know about that society thing
i'm just the boy with the pretty blue eyes fuckable, yes lovable, no ~r~ what if i told you there was more to my story that i’m more than just the boy with the pretty blue eyes that i have a heart which will never stop beating no matter how much it’s been silenced that … Continue reading pretty blue eyes …
i kept breaking my own heart blindly walking through rose gardens when all i was looking for were sunflower fields where thorns didn’t exist ~r~ i keep extracting dead thorns from my skin ...
